And I was not a practiced shot--not at my fellow-men, I mean.
Suddenly I leaped up.
"Good Heavens!" I cried.

"I forgot! The duchess wanted me.

Stop, stop!" With a jerk Jean pulled up his horse, and gazed at me.
"You can't go back like that," he said, with a grin.

"You'll have to put on these clothes again," and he pointed to the discarded suit.
"I very nearly forgot the duchess," said I.To tell the truth, I was at first rather proud of my forgetfulness; it argued a complete triumph over that unruly impulse at which I have hinted.

But it also smote me with remorse.