Gregory, too, looked on and laughed, setting it down to the same cause.

Even Cynthia smiled, whereat the Tavern Knight was driven to ponder.
With a courtier's raiment Kenneth put on, too, a courtier's ways; he grew mincing and affected in his speech, and he--whose utterance a while ago had been marked by a scriptural flavour--now set it off with some of Galliard's less unseemly oaths.
Since it was a ruffling gallant Cynthia required, he swore that a ruffling gallant should she find him; nor had he wit enough to see that his ribbons, his fopperies, and his capers served but to make him ridiculous in her eyes.

He did indeed perceive, however, that in spite of this wondrous transformation, he made no progress in her favour.
"What signify these fripperies ?" she asked him, one day, "any more than did your coat of decent black?
Are these also outward symbols ?" "You may take them for such, madam," he answered sulkily.

"You liked me not as I was--" "And I like you less as you are," she broke in.
"Cynthia, you mock me," he cried angrily.
"Now, Heaven forbid! I do but mark the change," she answered airily.
"These scented clothes are but a masquerade, even as your coat of black and your cant were a masquerade.

Then you simulated godliness; now you simulate Heaven knows what.