A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 119: what you’re looking at

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AT THE SIGN OF THE GREEN DRAGON. Imp Beppa, in order to avoid all altercation, was only toe glad to obey. “Come, sergeant,” added Raoul, still laughing, “let there be no ill-will between us. The wine is good.” “But the toast?” asked Goujon, somewhat appeased, though still sulky. Raoul piled his arms full of the bottles which Beppa had brought. “The score is paid,” he said. ’ “ Fill! fill! And let what toast you please go round.” Still grumbling, Goujon with his load of bottles re- turned to his companions; and Beppa, catching Raoul by the arm, drew him a little one side. “This is madness, Master Raoul,” he whispered hur- riedly. “Why do you——” “Bah, old bear!” interrupted Raoul, gayly. “Did you think I could remain immured in that dull room any longer?” But before the good landlord could sats the door leading to the street was thrown open, and a party of three or four gentlemen entered the room. They were all young, dressed with the utmost magnificence, and attended by a retinue of pages attired in the liveries of noble houses. Beppa gave them one quick, frightened look and drew Raoul away with but little ceremony. “Draw your hat down on your brows, Master Raoul,” he implored, “and put your cloak well about you, for these are wild gallants of the court, who are as full of insolence as, in general, they are full of wine.” Meanwhile the young nobles had advanced well into the apartment, preceded by their pages, who drove the Comichoo S (©)