I have made them into a mantle.

I could go as--a noble Roman, perhaps!" Then a slight, ironical smile crossed his lips, and he stretched out his thin but shapely arms, as if in derision of himself.
"You will go as Menelaus the Greek," said I.
"I as Menelaus the Greek ?" The smile became a little grim.
"Yes, as Menelaus; and I will go as Paris." I doubt not that my voice showed a good deal of self-scorn at the moment; but there was a kind of luxury in self-abasement before him.

"Your wife, I know, intends to go as Helen of Troy.

It is all mumming.

Let it stand so, as Menelaus and Helen and Paris before there was any Trojan war, and as if there never could be any--as if Paris went back discomfited, and the other two were reconciled." His voice was low and broken.