interrupted spitefully. Master Villon shook his head.
"It burned deeper than that, believe me. Outside, on God's steps, stood a yellow-haired, pink-faced puppet who greeted her and they ambled away together, I on their heels. Presently they came to a gateway and in slips my quarry, and as she did so she turned to her squire and I saw her face again and lost it, for the tears came into my eyes." With a heavy sigh he turned to Louis. "I suppose you wonder why I talk like this, but when my heart's in my mouth I must spit it out or it chokes me."
"I have learned to wonder at nothing," Louis answered sagely. Villon picked up the dropped thread of his tale.
"I saluted the gallant and begged to know the lady's name. He took me for a madman, but he told me."
In a second Huguette was on her legs again and nestling her eager face close to that of Villon as she whispered coaxingly:
"What was the lady's name, dear François?"
Master François looked into her watchful eyes with a wise smile.
"Be secret, sweet," he murmured. "It was Her Majesty, the Queen." A wild roar of laughter from
