He perceived, further, that Chloë was dressed in some very rough-looking clothes—a plaid shawl, a blue apron and a coarse skirt of yellow tweed. On her head was a man's cap. Dunkle's costume was to match. He had a birds-eye scarf round his throat, a jacket and trousers of shiny black twill and a black slouch hat three or four sizes too small for him.
"I see, father," said Chloë, "that you're admiring our togs and I dare say you're wondering why we are wearing them. A moment's reflection will show you that it would be out of the question for us to come down into Rotherhithe sporting the garments of Mayfair. In these duds, however, we are sufficiently inconspicuous, and we never put on anything else when we come East. To smoke opium, you know," she added carelessly as she lit a cigarette which she took from behind her left ear.
