In the Reign of Terror: The Adventures of a Westminster BoyHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
History
In the Reign of Terror: The Adventures of a Westminster Boy
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Fiction; Historical fiction
The coats were cut long, but very open in front, and were far too
scanty to button; the waistcoats were long and embroidered; a white
and ample handkerchief went round the throat and was tied loosely,
with long ends edged with lace falling in front; knee-breeches,
with white stockings, and shoes with buckles, completed the costume.
Harry looked on with a smile of amusement, and burst into a hearty
laugh when the garments were fixed upon, for the idea of himself
dressed out in these seemed to him ludicrous in the extreme.
"How they would laugh at home," he thought to himself, "if they
could see me in these things! The girls would give me no peace.
And wouldn't there be an uproar if I were to turn up in them in
Dean's Yard and march up school!"
Harry was then measured. When this was done he took out his purse,
which contained fifty guineas; for his father had thought it probable
that the clothes he would require would cost more than they would
in London, and he wished him to have a good store of pocket-money
until he received the first instalment of his pay. M. du Tillet,
however, shook his head and motioned to him to put up his purse;
and Harry supposed that it was not customary to pay for things in
France until they were delivered. Then his companion took him into
another shop, and pointing to his own ruffles intimated that Harry
would require some linen of this kind to be worn when in full dress.
Harry signified that his friend should order what was necessary;
and half a dozen shirts, with deep ruffles at the wrist and breast,
were ordered. This brought their shopping to an end.
They remained three days in Paris, at the end of which time Harry's
clothes were delivered. The following morning a carriage with the
arms of the marquis emblazoned upon it came up to the door, and
they started. The horses were fat and lazy; and Harry, who had no
idea how far they were going, thought that the journey was likely
to be a long one if this was the pace at which they were to travel.
Twelve miles out they changed horses at a post-station, their own
returning to Paris, and after this had relays at each station, and
travelled at a pace which seemed to Harry to be extraordinarily
rapid. They slept twice upon the road.
The third day the appearance of the country altogether changed, and,
instead of the flat plains which Harry had begun to think extended
all over France, they were now among hills higher than anything he
had ever seen before. Towards the afternoon they crossed the range
and began to descend, and as evening approached M. du Tillet pointed
to a building standing on rising ground some miles away and said:
"That is the chateau."
CHAPTER II
A Mad Dog
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