"That ought to work. Emilia, you can manage, come on, just stay on my shoulder. --Yes, I'm sure if you say I'm French, they'll--" Feuilly's mouth twitches into a smile, first small, then growing. "--I'm sure they'll believe any sort of foolish fashion. If you say I'm French. --I'm sorry, though; you went to such trouble to find me an elegant hat. Now, sir, let's see your hunting-castle?"