"How shall I recognize you?" I asked.
She considered a moment. "I am to stay the night with the Marquise,
and we shall both wear white silk court gowns of the period of Henry of
Navarre. I'll also put a red rose in my hair."
"And I," said Courtney, "will be caparisoned in a plum velvet court
suit, a la Louis Quinze. You will know me easily by the awkward way I
handle the high red heels."
"As I don't know what Moore will provide for me," said I, "I will adopt
Lady Helen's rose; and, as I can't fasten it in my hair, I'll carry it
in my mouth."
"A good idea," said Courtney; "and I'll put one in my button hole."
XXI
THE BAL MASQUE
When Moore and I entered the French Embassy, that night, my own valet
could not have distinguished which was the Aide and which the Archduke.
By some means, which I did not bother to inquire, Moore had secured two
suits of black velvet, of the time of the Thirteenth Louis, which were
marvels in fit and style. We were of one height and very similar in
frame--there being but a few pounds difference in our weights--and,
with the long curls under the big hats with their flowing plumes, and
the black silk masks, we were as alike as twins.
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