er after afraid; but you have a nose turned to dainties like
Saint-Jacques of the hospital."

"Jehan, my friend, you are drunk," said the other.

The other replied staggering, "It pleases you to say so, Phoebus; but it
hath been proved that Plato had the profile of a hound."

The reader has, no doubt, already recognized our two brave friends, the
captain and the scholar. It appears that the man who was lying in
wait for them had also recognized them, for he slowly followed all the
zigzags that the scholar caused the captain to make, who being a more
hardened drinker had retained all his self-possession. By listening to
them attentively, the man in the mantle could catch in its entirety the
following interesting conversation,--

"_Corbacque_! Do try to walk straight, master bachelor; you know that I
must leave you. Here it is seven o'clock. I have an appointment with a
woman."

"Leave me then! I see stars and lances of fire. You are like the Chateau
de Dampmartin, which is bursting with laughter."

"By the warts of my grandmother, Jehan, you are raving with too much
rabidness. By the way, Jehan, have you any money left?"

"Monsieur Rector, there is no mistake; the little butcher's shop, _parva
boucheria_."

"Jehau! my friend Jehan! You know that I made an appointment with that
little girl at the end of the Pont Saint-Michel, and I can only take her
to the Falourdel's, the old crone of the bridge, and that I must pay
for a chamber. The old witch with a white moustache would not trust me.
Jehan! for pity's sake! Have we drunk up the whole of the cure's purse?
Have you not a single parisis left?"

"The consciousness of having spent the other hours well is a just and
savory condiment for the table."

"Belly and guts! a truce to your whimsical nonsense! Tell me, Jehan of
the devil! have you any money left? Give it to me, _bedieu_! or I will
search you, were you as leprous as Job, and as scabby as Caesar!"

"Monsieur, the Rue Galiache is a street which hath at one end the Rue de
la Verrerie, and at the other the Rue de la Tixeranderie."

"Well, yes! my good friend Jehan, my poor comrade, the Rue Galiache is
good, very good. But in the name of heaven collect your wits. I must
have a sou parisis, and the appointment is for seven o'clock."

"Silence for the rondo, and attention to the refrain,--

"_Quand les rats mangeront les cas,
Le roi sera seigneur d'Arras;
Quand la mer, qui est g