Both were dressed in long, close-fitting garments of what seemed like a golden brown fleece.

Their heads were covered with a close hood and their hands with gloves.
"What an exceedingly handsome man!" said Zaidie, as one of them stood up.

"I never saw such a noble-looking face in my life; it's half philosopher, half saint.

Of course, you won't be jealous ?" "Oh, nonsense!" he laughed.

"It would be quite impossible to imagine _you_ in love with either.