But if I make enemies here--and I'm sure to--let them look out.

Give me your hand, Jacques; and don't you forget that there are two Gaston Belwards, and the one you have hunted and lived with is the one you want to remember when you get raw with the new one.

For you'll hear no more slang like this from me, and you'll have to get used to lots of things." Without waiting reply, Belward urged on his horse, and at last paused on the top of a hill, and waited for Jacques.

It was now dusk, and the landscape showed soft, sleepy, and warm.
"It's all of a piece," Belward said to himself, glancing from the trim hedges, the small, perfectly-tilled fields and the smooth roads, to Ridley Court itself, where many lights were burning and gates opening and shutting.

There was some affair on at the Court, and he smiled to think of his own appearance among the guests.
"It's a pity I haven't clothes with me, Brillon; they have a show going there." He had dropped again into the new form of master and man.