Bernard Capes, A Jay of Italy — Chapter 24 (1905)
“ As he rides he whips his head hither and thither, each glance of his eyes a quick furtive stab, a veritable coup d'œil. He is gnawed and corroded with suspicion, mortally nervous—his manner lacks repose. It shall soon find it. He will make a stately recumbent figure on a tomb.The valet, after releasing his master's bridle, has run on by a short cut to the church, where, at the door, he comes across Messers Lampugnani and Olgiati lolling arm in arm. They wear coats and stockings of mail, and short capes of red satin. ”
