It was all too sad.

To see a gentleman--' 'In the clothes of a harlequin, and begging ?' I suggested.
'To see a gentleman in distress, and nobly supporting it,' she said.
'And do you not understand, my fair foe,' said I, 'that even if all were as you say--even if you had thought my travesty were becoming--I should be only the more anxious, for my sake, for my country's sake, and for the sake of your kindness, that you should see him whom you have helped as God meant him to be seen?
that you should have something to remember him by at least more characteristic than a misfitting sulphur-yellow suit, and half a week's beard ?' 'You think a great deal too much of clothes,' she said.

'I am not that kind of girl.' 'And I am afraid I am that kind of man,' said I.

'But do not think of me too harshly for that.

I talked just now of something to remember by.