“They are pretty enough for a queen!� said Rosaline, taking them in her hands and looking at them critically, with her head on one side.
“Oh, Charlot, I shall never forgive you if they do not fit!�
“They will fit like gloves, mademoiselle,� the shoemaker replied complacently; “let me try them on for you.�
But she was not yet done with her examination.
“Where did you get the pattern for the rosettes?� she asked eagerly; “truly, they are the prettiest I have seen.�
“I copied them after a pair from Paris, mademoiselle,� he replied, as pleased as she at his own success. “The heels too are just like those worn at Versailles.�
Mademoiselle Rosaline laughed softly.
“I told you that you were a courtier, Charlot,� she said; “but they say that the king wears high red heels, because he is not tall.�
“But red heels would not please mademoiselle on blue shoes,� remarked the hunchback, smiling.
“But, Charlot,� said she, with a mischievous gleam of fun in her eyes, “if we must all be of the king’s religion, must we not all also wear his red heels?�