"A goldsmith!" she muttered, "a goldsmith! And do you fancy that Monsieur le Prévôt will give up his palace like this to a—goldsmith?"
"If he doesn't give it up, we will take it."
"By force?"
"Even so."
"But your master will hardly dare to contend against Monsieur le Prévôt, I trust."
"He has contended against three dukes and two popes."
"Jésus Dieu! Two popes! He's not a heretic surely?"
"He is as good a Catholic as you and I, Dame Perrine: have no fear on that score; Satan is in no wise our ally. But in default of the devil, we have the king on our side."
"So! but Monsieur le Prévôt has a more powerful protector than the king."
"Whom has he, pray?"