Come, open your eyes.

Pure English style, my friend." The dandies roared with laughter.

They had at once recognized the pure English style.

They were not men to be deceived.

One of them, a tall, dark fellow, named Du Tremblays, affected an aggrieved air, and said: "Le Brede, my dear fellow, you make us blush for you!" The Prince passed, smiling and speaking in a low voice to the beautiful Englishwoman, who was resting the tips of her white gloved fingers on her cavalier's arm.
"Who is she ?" inquired Le Brede, impatiently.
"Eh, my dear fellow, it is Lady Harton, a cousin of the Prince.