Given at the hotel of the provost of Paris, 26th of October, 1585." Scarcely had the crier ceased to speak, when the crowd began to undulate like a serpent behind the line of soldiers.
"What is the meaning of this ?" cried all.
"Oh! it is to keep us out of Paris," said the cavalier, who had been speaking in a low voice to his companions.

"These guards, this crier, these bars, and these trumpets are all for us; we ought to be proud of them." "Room!" cried the officer in command; "make room for those who have the right to pass!" "Cap de Bious! I know who will pass, whoever is kept out!" said the Gascon, leaping into the cleared space.

He walked straight up to the officer who had spoken, and who looked at him for some moments in silence, and then said: "You have lost your hat, it appears, monsieur ?" "Yes, monsieur." "Is it in the crowd ?" "No.

I had just received a letter from my sweetheart, and was reading it, cap de Bious! near the river, about a mile from here, when a gust of wind carried away both my letter and my hat.

I ran after the letter, although the button of my hat was a single diamond; I caught my letter, but my hat was carried by the wind into the middle of the river.