BOOK FIRST.
CHAPTER 1. THE GRAND HALL.
(continued)
"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."
"Devil take you!" growled Master Andry Musnier.
"Master Andry," pursued Jean Jehan, still clinging to his
capital, "hold your tongue, or I'll drop on your head!"
Master Andry raised his eyes, seemed to measure in an
instant the height of the pillar, the weight of the scamp,
mentally multiplied that weight by the square of the velocity
and remained silent.
Jehan, master of the field of battle, pursued triumphantly:
"That's what I'll do, even if I am the brother of an archdeacon!"
"Fine gentry are our people of the university, not to have
caused our privileges to be respected on such a day as this!
However, there is a maypole and a bonfire in the town; a
mystery, Pope of the Fools, and Flemish ambassadors in the
city; and, at the university, nothing!"
"Nevertheless, the Place Maubert is sufficiently large!"
interposed one of the clerks established on the window-sill.
"Down with the rector, the electors, and the procurators!"
cried Joannes.
"We must have a bonfire this evening in the Champ-Gaillard,"
went on the other, "made of Master Andry's books."
"And the desks of the scribes!" added his neighbor.
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