You're a bit thicker-set than me, but I've got my Clodoche rig on underneath this, and it will fill out your coat admirably and make us as like as two peas.

Give me five minutes, Miss Lorne, and I promise you a surprise." He flashed out of sight with the baron as he ceased speaking; and Ailsa, creeping to the window and peering cautiously out, was startled presently by a voice at her elbow saying, in a tone of extreme agitation: "Oh, mademoiselle, I fear, even yet I fear, that this Anglais monsieur attempts too much, and that the papier he is gone for ever." "Oh, no, baron, no!" she soothed, as she laid a solicitous hand upon his arm.

"Do believe in him; do have faith in him.

Ah, if you only knew--" "Thanks.

I reckon I shall pass muster!" interposed Cleek's voice; and it was only then she realised.