He was dressed even more extravagantly than usual, and his face was inflamed with rage.
"Here am I," cried he; "and an awful rage I am in.

Why, I have been waiting twenty minutes.

I don't care a curse for your rules and regulations." The tailor was furious at this intrusion; but as Mascarin was present, and he felt that he must respect his orders, he by a great effort controlled himself.
"Had I known, sir," said he sulkily, "that you were here----" These few words mollified the gorgeous youth, who at once broke in.
"I accept your apologies," cried he; "the lackeys remove our arms, the joust is over.

My horses have been standing all this time, and may have taken cold.

Of course you have seen my horses.