For _my_ sake, _do_!" It is too dark to see his face, but there is a quick, excited tenderness in his voice.
"_My_ chest delicate!" cry I, in an accent of complete astonishment.
"Well, it is news to me if it is! My dear boy, what has put such an idea into your head?
and if I got a cloak, I should think it would be for my _own_ sake, not yours!" He has been leaning over me in the dusk.

At my words he starts violently and draws back.
"It is _you_, is it ?" he says, in an altered voice of constraint, whence all the mellow tenderness has fled.
"To be sure!" reply I, matter-of-factly.

"For whom did you take me ?" But though I ask, alas! I know..