A Gentleman from Gascony: A Romance of the Huguenots — page 65: what you’re looking at

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BORROWED PLUMES. 61 own provinces should have no congratulations to offer its king.” “Pouf! that is easily remedied.” Raoul started, an eager question in his eyes. “Monsieur will pardon the liberty.” “Yes! yes! Go on!” “Then, why need the illness of the poor gentleman matter? Who so fit to act as ambassador for Gascony as the most noble Chevalier de Puycadére himself.” His own thought! But how impossible of accom- plishment! “Who so fit, indeed?” he answered, designating his attire with a sarcastic gesture. “In this array the most noble Chevalier de Puycadére would make a worthy appearance at the Louvre.” Rose twisted a corner of her apron nervously between her fingers. She had a proposition to make, but what would this enormously rich gentleman think of it? “If monsieur wishes,” she began timidly, “that ques- tion is easily disposed of. In the armoire yonder I have garments which would just fit monsieur. And it would rejoice me to lend them to him for so worthy an object.” | Raoul was not long in deciding. Nothing venture, nothing win, must be his motto at this stage of the game. So he accepted Madame Rose’s offer with words sv warm in their appreciation of her kindness that the little landlady’s cheeks were dyed crimson with pleasure. Half an hour afterward the chevalier surveyed him- self with proud gratification in the mirror which hung above the mantel in his room. And indeed a most at- tractive picture he made in a gray doublet embroidered with silver, boots of black leather, and a handsome violet velvet cloak thrown gracefully over one shoulder, Comichoo S (©) A