One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri QuatreJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
History
One in a Thousand; or, The Days of Henri Quatre
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
France -- History -- Henry IV, 1589-1610 -- Fiction
Beatrice smiled. "I will command to-day," she said; "Caroline, do as I
bid you! Alas, my poor Eugenie, you have much to do, ere you can set
out, for the danger lies at our threshold; and when once I have led
you twenty yards in safety from the door of this house, I shall think
the battle half won at least."
"What, then, is it that you fear?" demanded Eugenie, eagerly.
"Delay, above all things!" answered Beatrice; "for though, I trust,
our plot has been too well laid to be discovered immediately, yet
there is always danger where there is anything concealed. First, then,
Eugenie, you must change your dress, and take such a one as will most
completely disguise you, should you be sought for more speedily than
we suppose."
"I know not where to find any dress but my own," replied Eugenie.
"What dress would you have me to take, Beatrice?--Though, now I think
of it," she added suddenly; "one of my maids has her own country
costume with her,--a white petticoat, and a red open gown above it,
with----"
"Impossible! impossible!" exclaimed Beatrice. "It would betray you at
once. Remember, my dear Eugenie, that I go with you; and though in the
streets of Paris they might but think that the gay page was deceiving
the country girl with a tale of love, that would not do beyond the
gates. I once thought of a nun's dress for you, which would do very
well in the city also; but one must care for other things than those
of the mere present; and recollect that if I, dressed as a bold youth,
and you, dressed as a pretty nun, were seen getting into either coach
or litter together, we should have the ecclesiastical officers at our
heels. No, no, Eugenie! we must have some dress for you which will
neither attract attention in the city, nor beyond the walls; which
will tell its own tale, and, by sparing all inquiries, conceal our sex
and character without an effort."
"Oh, not a man's dress!" exclaimed Eugenie, imploringly.
"None other, indeed!" answered Beatrice, smiling; "but knowing the
timid shyness of that heart which pretends to be so bold, I have
chosen one for you, Eugenie, which will hide your person as
effectually as the fullest robe that ever woman wore, which will
accord with a smooth cheek and a demure look, and which will yet admit
of your travelling in company with a bold page. Come and see! for I
have brought it here along with me."
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