"Ah, yes,—a yellow cloak with a green doublet! I should look like a popinjay!"
"Faith, you are over-particular, so wear what you please."
Having tossed everything topsy-turvy in his search, La Mole was beginning to abuse the thieves who managed to enter even the Louvre, when a page from the Duc d'Alençon appeared bringing the precious cloak in question.
"Ah!" cried La Mole, "here it is at last!"
"Is this your cloak, monsieur?" said the page. "Yes; monseigneur sent for it to decide a wager he made regarding its color."
"Oh!" said La Mole, "I asked for it only because I was going out, but if his highness desires to keep it longer"—
"No, Monsieur le Comte, he is through with it."
The page left. La Mole fastened his cloak.
"Well," he went on, "what have you decided to do?"
"I do not know."