it comes from Master François Villon, who will always think kindly of your wild eyes."
"Let me see your face," she requested, but Villon denied her. He signed to Noel le Jolys, where he stood apart, and the young soldier came hurriedly to him.
"Captain," he said, "give this lady honourable conduct."
He moved away and left the pair together—the mannish woman and the womanish man, looking at each other, the man in admiration and the woman in veiled disdain.
"You are a comely girl," Noel affirmed roundly.
Huguette laughed.
"This is news from no-man's land."
Noel spoke lower.
"Where do you lodge?"
Huguette was a woman of business in an instant. She flashed in Noel's face the ring the Grand Constable had given her as she answered:
"At the sign of the Golden Scull, hard by the Fircone. Will you visit me?"
Noel clapped his hands together.
"As I am a man, I will."
A good understanding being thus established, the pair drifted away together and were soon lost to sight. Villon looking after them mused:
