"Thibaut d'Aussigny comes here to-night. He has come here before in disguise, for I have had him followed. I think he means to betray the king to Burgundy, so you will serve France as well as me. How do such men as you kill each other?"
Villon looked at her ironically out of the corner of his eyes; answered her ironically out of the corner of his mouth. He saw himself as she saw him, and was sadly entertained at the sight.
"Generally in a drunken scuffle. Will you wait here till he comes, pretty lady, for I never saw him? Then leave the rest to me."
Something in his voice, though it was firm and clear, seemed to touch the girl's ear more than any word he had yet uttered. A new curiosity seemed to lurk in her eyes and there was almost a sound of pity in her speech.
"You love me very much?" she asked softly. Villon drew himself up proudly and answered her proudly.
"With all the meaning that the word can have in Paradise."
A faint shade of colour came into the woman's pale, pure cheeks.
"You didn't expect to be taken at your word?"
Villon smiled brightly and his eyes were dancing, though his heart was heavy enough.
