"Doubtless there are good people on both sides," said I; "and if the Catholics would believe it of us, we might yet live in peace and quietness together. We have not harmed them--it is they who harm us." "For your good, they will tell you." "They may tell us, but we cannot believe it. Their compulsions are not in the spirit of love." La Croissette softly whistled, and presently talked of other things. By-and-by he said, "Now we are coming to a town, and you shall see some fun." "Will it be quite safe?" "Safer than anything else. It is a fair-day; I shall drive straight into the market-place, blow my horn, and play the quack doctor. Nay, you shall be my accomplice and blow the horn. Let me put you in costume at once." Saying which, he fished out a soiled scarlet cloak, gaily spangled, which he threw over my shoulders, produced a half-mask with an enormous red nose, with which he concealed the upper part of my face, covered my head with a Spanish hat and feather, and gave me a horn. "Now blow as much as you like," said he; "be as brazen as your trumpet." I laughed, and entered into the joke; no one would suspect me for a Huguenot. La Croissette then disguised himself in Dr. Jameray's long black gown, and added a pair of green spectacles, which certainly heightened the effect. Having driven into the market-place, he placed a little table before him and spread it with boxes and phials, I blowing the horn from time to time in a way which he called quite original, and which speedily drew people about us. Then, with wonderful self-possession, he harangued them on the merits of his medicines. For instance, taking up a phial which contained a pink-colored fluid, he descanted on its virtues in this style: