Oh opportunity, golden opportunity! If I were Fran?ois
Villon I would shape an image of gold in your name and praise you
for a saint."
"I wonder what that girl will say," mused Tabarie, "if our Fran?ois
comes back with the Duke of Burgundy in his pocket!"
"I wonder what she will say," sneered Jehan le Loup, "if he trundles
back feet foremost with a hole in his body and half a head."
"Whatever happens is sure to vex her," said Casin Cholet. "Women are
made that way."
"Our poor minions will be lonely to-night," said Colin.
"I doubt it," said Ren? de Montigny drily, and then he sighed a
little. "Poor Abbess!"
Sudden tears smeared Tabarie's fat cheeks.
"She was a brave wench if ever," he snivelled. "Through wellfare or
illfare she was always the same, and would share board and blanket
with a friend though his pouch were as barren as Sarah's body."
"It was ten thousand pities," said Eene, "that she fell so love-sick
for Fran?ois. Did he give her some philtre, some elixir, do you
think? Fran?ois is a fine fellow though, I'll not deny it, but he's
had the devil's own luck, and by our patron St. Nicholas there be
others as fine as he.
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