'The trunks are locked.'
'I'll break them open,' she rejoined simply. 'Have no fear, Messire; I am taking all the responsibility of this affair upon my shoulders.'
'But I cannot strut about in another man's clothes!' protested Gilles dolefully.
'Why not?'
'Because ... because ... parbleu! because they would not fit me!'
Marguerite smiled. Then she threw another admiring glance on Gilles' massive figure.
'My brother is very nearly as tall as you are, Messire, she said,' even though not quite so broad. I have two very skilful seamstresses who will adjust Monsieur's doublets across your splendid shoulders. With his love of slashings and puffings, such alterations are very easily done.'
'But the boots——' protested Gilles again.
'You have the small foot, Messire,' she replied dryly, 'which you inherit from your Valois ancestor.'
'The Lord help me, your Majesty!' he exclaimed piteously. 'You have thought of everything, and I am a puppet in your august hands.'