"The gentleman is a wizard. Why, he told me"
"Enné, a miracle; he reminded me"
"Why, he knows"
"What do you think he said?"
Each girl was whispering to the other what Villon had told her, when Villon interrupted them.
"Young women, young women, the world is a devil of a place for those who are poor. I could preach you a powerful sermon on your follies and frailties, but, somehow, the words stick in my gullet. Here is a gold coin apiece for you. Go and gather yourself roses, my roses, to take back to what, Heaven pity you! you call your homes."
Jehanneton gave a little gasp of surprise.
"Are we free?"
Villon answered her sadly,
"Free? Poor children! Such as you are never free. Go and pray Heaven to make men better, for the sake of your daughter's daughters."
His extended hands were full of gold pieces, but they were soon emptied by the eager girls who pounced upon them. Then they left him with many curtsies and salutations and drifted away delightedly into the mazes of the rose garden.
Villon turned to look at the men prisoners, who were anxiously scanning his actions.
