The fop's face lengthened with amazed disapprobation.
"Gentlewomen, messire? Those four doxies?"
Villon reproved him.
"They are women, good captain, and you and I are gentlemen, or should be, and must use them gently."
Messire Noel frowned and his hand made a gesture in the direction of his sword-hilt; then he remembered the folly of quarrelling with so great a man and contented himself with shrugging his shoulders as he questioned,
"And the demirep in the doublet and hose?"
"Let her stay for the present," Villon answered, and in obedience to a sign from Noel the four girls came timidly forward with downcast eyes, while Huguette remained apart, leaning composedly against the image of Pan and surveying the scene with a good-humoured indifference.
When the girls were close to him, Villon spoke:
"Well, young ladies, what is this trade of yours that has brought you into trouble?"
Jehanneton dropped a curtsey.
"I make the caps that line helmets."
Isabeau followed quickly,
"I am a lace weaver. Enné, an honest trade."
