193CHAPTER XXIV
The Man Who Did Not Want to Be Shot
“A horse and a man
Is more than one,
And yet not many.”
–Taming of the Shrew.
“Now Berthe–why, what in the world––” Jacqueline began.
It was her second morning to awake in the hacienda house, and the little Bretonne tripped into her room under a starchy mountain heaped high. “Clothes, madame,” she replied.
“Hé mais––”
“They were made yesterday by some of the ranchero women. Madame will look?”
“Calico! Grands dieux!”
There were two dresses, one for each girl. The native seamstresses had slyly taken stock of mademoiselle the day before, only to discover that a “simple” frock from Paris was a formidable thing to duplicate. The marchioness smiled, and the maid also.
“But, for example, Berthe, who inspired this?”