"Who is she?" asked the abbot of the burgess.

"She is named Tiennette," replied the goldsmith, timidly.

"Oh! ho!" said the good old Hugo, smiling. "Then the bait has brought us
a good fish. This in a grave case, and I cannot decide it alone."

"I know, father, what these words are worth," said the chamberlain,
frowning.

"Beau sire," replied the abbot, "do you know what the girl is worth?"

The abbot sent for Tiennette, telling his clerk to dress her in her best
clothes, and make her as brave as possible.

"Your love is in danger," said the chamberlain to the goldsmith, drawing
him one side. "Abandon this fancy; you will find everywhere, even at
court, young and pretty women who will willingly accept your hand, and
the king will help you to acquire an estate and title--you have gold
enough."

The goldsmith shook his head. "I have made my choice, and embarked on my
adventure," said he.

"Then you must purchase the manumission of this girl. I know the monks.
With them, money can accomplish everything."

"My lord," said the goldsmith to the abbot, turning towards him, "you
have it in charge and trust to represent here on earth the bounty of