I am sorry I spoke to you about him, but I never for a moment thought you would take him.

If harm comes of it, don't blame me." "I will hold you fully acquitted," Philip laughed.

"I own that I have taken quite a fancy to him, and believe that he will turn out well." An hour later one of the domestics came in, with word that Monsieur Philip's servant was below, and wished to know if he had any commands for him.
"Tell him to come up," Philip said, and a minute later Pierre entered.
He was dressed in his dark green costume.

He had had his hair cut, and presented an appearance so changed that Philip would hardly have known him.
"By my faith!" the merchant said, "you have indeed transformed him.
He is not a bad-looking varlet, now that he has got rid of that tangled crop of hair." Pierre bowed low at the compliment.
"Fine feathers make fine birds, Monsieur Bertram," replied Pierre.
"It is the first time I have had the opportunity of proving the truth of the proverb.

I am greatly indebted to monsieur, for recommending me to my master." "It is not much recommendation you got from me, Pierre," the merchant said bluntly; "for a more troublesome young scamp I never had in my warehouse.