Gaston's mouth quirked.
"A solid success, Brillon.

Teach them all the tricks you can.

At ten o'clock come to my room.

The campaign begins then." Jacques ran a hand through his long black hair, and fingered his sash.
Gaston understood.
"The hair and ear-rings may remain, Brillon; but the beard and clothes must go--except for occasions.

Come along." For the next two hours Gaston explored the stables and the grounds.
Nothing escaped him.