Chapter 20 XX THE BILLET

Go to-thou art made, if thou desirest to be so.-

If not, let me see thee still the fellow of servants,

and not fit to touch Fortune's fingers.-

TWELFTH NIGHT

When the tables were drawn, the Chaplain, who seemed to have taken a sort of attachment to Quentin Durward's society, or who perhaps desired to extract from him farther information