taken for a woman; her long cloak, such as men wore, reached to her boots, identical in all respects with my own. Her hat, plume and sword were correct and bravely worn. Her maid, a trifle nervous over the adventure, but who said nothing, bore a similar cloak for me, and held two masks in her hands.
"Will my lord throw this about him?" and without any question I assumed the cloak.
"Now this," and she handed me a mask while she affixed one about her own face.
I demurred to the mask.
"I will not take my lady upon an errand where we can not show our faces."
She laughed merrily, and replied: "It is the way of Paris, my lord, and naught is thought of it. Many lords and ladies wish to keep their faces from the canaille."
I drew a breath of resignation and put it on.
"Am I not a comely man?" the lady asked, one touch of woman's vanity showing through it all.
"Yes, by my faith, madame;" but such sayings were foreign to my awkward tongue.
She led me out of the palace by a private way, and when the street was reached we walked along as two men would. She directed our course, and as she gave no hint of her destination I did not inquire. It was but a brief walk before we came to an arched door on a side street, and there she paused and looked carefully about to see that no one watched us and then—in we went.
The lady seemed in highest spirits over her unaccountable prank, and laughed girlishly. "Now I will
