"Let my doves alone," replied Wilhelm. "They are not so harmless as people suppose, and have done good service in many a war, which is certainly chivalrous pastime. Remember Haarlem. There, it's beginning to pour again. If my cloak were only not so short; I would like to cover the doves with it."
"You certainly look like Goliath in David's garments."
"It's my scholar's cloak; I put my other on young Wibisma's shoulders yesterday."
"The Spanish green-finch?"
"I told you about the boys' brawl."
"Yes, yes. And the monkey kept your cloak?"
"You came for me and wouldn't wait. They probably sent it back soon after our departure."
"And their lordships expect thanks because the young nobleman accepted it!"
"No, no; the baron expressed his gratitude."
"But that doesn't make your cape any longer. Take my cloak, Wilhelm.
I've no doves to shelter, and my skin is thicker than yours."