The latter, descending at once, called his wife, exchanged a few words with her, the import of which was to keep herself invisible, and, accustomed to a ready obedience, he leaped upon his horse and spurred for the castle.

The distance was not greater than half a league, yet to Gilbert he was absent an age.
It was quite dark before Humbert had completed the disguises to his satisfaction.

His own was a masterpiece in its way.

He assumed a grace and a lightness that might well become a minstrel of no ordinary degree.
The character of his face was completely changed, and was reduced, by means of long flaxen curls and other artificial additions, from frank manliness to almost feminine delicacy.

The Lord of Hers himself could not have recognized his son in the drooping, swarthy, gypsy-looking figure that stood beside Humbert.