"Now the rouge. François, haste!"
Philip tried to rebel.
"I will not be painted and powdered!"
The Marquis fixed him with a cold eye.
"Plaît—il?"
"M'sieur—I—I will not!"
"Philippe—if it were not for the love I bear your papa, I would leave you zis minute. You will do as I say, hein?"
"But, m'sieur, can I not go without paint?"
"You can not."
Philip smiled ruefully.