"Pardi! he is the murderer of Friar Ange. Who else do you fancy he
may be?"

"True, Catherine, no others are wanted. Your friends surround you in
sufficient numbers."

"M. Jacques, do not insult me, if you please."

"I do not insult you, Catherine. I acknowledge your charms, to which
I should like to render the same homage that others do."

"M. Jacques, what you have now said smells odiously of the cookshop,
of that old codger who is your father."

"Not so very long ago, Mam'selle Catherine, you were mighty glad to
smell its cooking-stove."

"Fie! the villain! the mean rascal! He outrages a woman!"

And now she began to squeak and squeal, and M d'Anquetil left his
servants, came up to us, and pushed her into the house, calling her
a cheat and a rake, went into the passage behind her, and slammed
the door in my face.




CHAPTER XV