I tried to flip some of the dust from my boots with my whip.

I remembered that this was Paris.
"He will be surprised to see us," quoth Croisette, laughing--a little shyly, too, I think.

And so we stood waiting.
I began to wonder as minutes passed by--the gay company we had seen putting it in my mind, I suppose--whether M.de Pavannes, of Paris, might not turn out to be a very different person from Louis de Pavannes, of Caylus; whether the king's courtier would be as friendly as Kit's lover.

And I was still thinking of this without having settled the point to my satisfaction, when the curtain was thrust aside again.

A very tall man, wearing a splendid suit of black and silver and a stiff trencher-like ruff, came quickly in, and stood smiling at us, a little dog in his arms.