"O, nothing particular, dearest; but one must dress according to his
means, you know."

Florinda mused for a moment, and at length appeared to understand
the meaning of his words, when taking a rich purse of gold from her
girdle, she endeavored to give it to him in such a manner as to
spare his feelings, but her utterance failed her, and she burst into
tears! Carlton could not accept it. He would rather have starved
first; his proud spirit could not brook the deed.

"No, Florinda," ho said, "I cannot accept the purse, or any
assistance from thee, noble lady. But if you will bear with my
humble attire for a while, I hope to be able to dress in a style to
suit thy taste, and which will render me worthy, at least in point
of personal appearance, to walk by thy side."

"Do you forgive me, Carlton, for this? It was but the impulse of the
moment. I did not mean to insult thee."

"Insult me!"

"Alas! I was but rude."

"Nay, dearest."

"You forgive me?"

"Florinda, I appreciate the feeling that prompted the generous act.
Forgive thee? Yes, dearest, and love thee more for it."