ld now call him Amy's gentleman) to get me a place in a certain
house, where I might see them march.

As he did not appear with me on this occasion, so I had the liberty of
taking my woman Amy with me, and stood where we were very well
accommodated for the observation which I was to make. I told Amy what I
had seen, and she was as forward to make the discovery as I was to have
her, and almost as much surprised at the thing itself. In a word, the
_gens d'armes_ entered the city, as was expected, and made a most
glorious show indeed, being new clothed and armed, and being to have
their standards blessed by the Archbishop of Paris. On this occasion
they indeed looked very gay; and as they marched very leisurely, I had
time to take as critical a view and make as nice a search among them as
I pleased. Here, in a particular rank, eminent for one monstrous-sized
man on the right; here, I say, I saw my gentleman again, and a very
handsome, jolly fellow he was, as any in the troop, though not so
monstrous large as that great one I speak of, who, it seems, was,
however, a gentleman of a good family in Gascony, and was called the
giant of Gascony.

It was a kind of a good fortune to us, among the other circumstances of
it, that something caused the troops to halt in their march a little
before that particular rank came right against that window which I stood
in, so that then we had occasion to take our full view of him at a small
distance, and so as not to doubt of his being the same person.

Amy, who thought she might, on many accounts, venture with more safety
to be particular than I could, asked her gentleman how a particular man,
who she saw there among the _gens d'armes_, might be inquired after and
found out; she having seen an Englishman riding there which was supposed
to be dead in England for several years before she came out of London
and that his wife had married again. It was a question the gentleman
did not well understand how to answer; but another person that stood by
told her, if she would tell him the gentleman's name, he would endeavour
to find him out for her, and asked jestingly if he was her lover. Amy
put that off with a laugh, but still continued her inquiry, and in such
a manner as the gentleman easily perceived she was in earnest; so he
left bantering, and asked her in what part of the troop he rode. She
foolishly told him his name, which she should not have done; and
pointing to the cornet that troop ca