"Holà hé! who is scolding so? Who is that screech owl of
evil fortune?"

"Hold, I know him" said one of them; "'tis Master
Andry Musnier."

"Because he is one of the four sworn booksellers of the
university!" said the other.

"Everything goes by fours in that shop," cried a third;
"the four nations, the four faculties, the four feasts, the four
procurators, the four electors, the four booksellers."

"Well," began Jean Frollo once more," we must play the
devil with them."*


* ~Faire le diable a quatre~.


"Musnier, we'll burn your books."

"Musnier, we'll beat your lackeys."

"Musnier, we'll kiss your wife."

"That fine, big Mademoiselle Oudarde."

"Who is as fresh and as gay as though she were a widow."