»Halt,« sagte er ganz leise zu seinem Kameraden Robin Poussepain, der neben ihm kicherte, während daß er allerlei Glossen zu den Scenen machte, die sich unter ihren Augen abspielten, »da ist ja Hannchen du Buisson, die Tochter des Tagediebes auf dem Marché-Neuf! – Bei meiner Seele, er verurtheilt sie, der Alte! Er hat also ebenso wenig Augen, als Ohren.
"Stay," he said in a low tone to his companion, Robin Poussepain, who was grinning at his side, while he was making his comments on the scenes which were being unfolded before his eyes, "yonder is Jehanneton du Buisson. The beautiful daughter of the lazy dog at the Marché−Neuf!−−Upon my soul, he is condemning her, the old rascal! he has no more eyes than ears.