He crossed the grass quickly to the
figure's side and saluted it.
"Hail, little brother."
Huguette leaped to her feet and answered lightly:
"Hail, little sister."
"Why little sister?" Villon asked in some astonishment.
The masked pilgrim answered him smartly:
"If I am a brother of yours, you must need be a sister of mine. But
you talk out of the litany."
"What harm," Villon retorted, "if you give me responses?"
Huguette shrugged her shoulders.
"I will give you no more than good-bye," she said, and turned to
leave him, but Villon caught her by the arm.
"You shall not show me your heels till I show myself your face," he
insisted.
Before the girl could prevent him, he had flung back her hood and
snatched the mask from her face. To his amazement he found himself
looking on the fair, familiar face of Huguette, and in astonishment
he cried her name. The girl, astounded at being recognized, came
close to him.
"Who are you? "she asked.
For answer, Villon unmasked.
Huguette looked closely into his face, at first Without any sign of
recognition, then suddenly the knowledge came to her and she caught
him in her arms with a cry of joy.
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