The costumes they were to wear in Phèdre were brought to the inn.
"Don't we dress at the theatre?" Dubourg asked the manager.
"We have no dressing-rooms, so everybody dresses at home; but the weather is fine, and there's no inconvenience in that."
"Do you mean that I must walk through the town dressed as Hippolyte?"
"The theatre is only a few steps from the inn, and you can play the part in boots, as Hippolyte is a hunter."
"True."
"In default of a bow, which we haven't, you will carry an old musket, which I have had brought here for you; the ramrod will represent the arrows."
"That will do very well."
"As for the wig, I think you will be pleased; as Hippolyte must have hair falling over his neck, I have prepared a Louis XIV wig, which will fill the bill perfectly."
The manager took his leave, and Dubourg was assisted to dress by Ménard, who, as he did not appear till the third act, had plenty of time for his own toilet. Dubourg retained his black trousers, in which were the hundred francs; he thought it best to have the money about him, in case of accident. Over them he drew a very large pair of nankeen trousers, donned a white piqué waistcoat, and threw over his shoulders an ample cloak covered with rabbit skins, representing the skin of a tiger; then he put on his wig, daubed his face with rouge, took the musket in one hand and his handkerchief in the other, and betook himself to the theatre, urging Ménard to make haste, so that he would not be late for his entrée.