"Dressed as the dirty old Jew," he said gaily, "I knew Ishould not be recognized. I had met Reuben Goldstein in Calais earlier in the evening. For a few gold pieces he supplied me with this rig-out, and undertook to bury himself out of sight of everybody, whilst he lent me his cart and nag.""But if Chauvelin had discovered you," she gasped excitedly, "your disguise was good. . .but he is so sharp.""Odd's fish!" he rejoined quietly, "then certainly the game would have been up. I could but take the risk. I know human nature pretty well by now," he added, with a note of sadness in his cheery, young voice, "and I know these Frenchmen out and out. They so loathe a Jew, that they never come nearer than a couple of yards of him, and begad! I fancy that I contrived to make myself look about as loathesome an object as it is possible to conceive.""Yes!--and then?" she asked eagerly.
