Then the girl walked about the garden, covering up her face with her apron, and looking through the holes to see if her chance friend would not be coming soon.
Ulenspiegel was going to leap over the hedge with a running jump, but he was prevented by Lamme, who caught hold of him by the leg and made him fall, saying:
“Rope, sword, and gallows, ’tis a spy, do not go there.”
Sitting on the ground, Ulenspiegel struggled against him. The girl cried out, pushing up her head above the hedge:
“Adieu, Messire, may Love keep your Longanimousness hanging!”
And he heard a burst of mocking laughter.
“Ah!” said he, “it is in my ears like a packet of pins!”
Then a door shut noisily.
And he was melancholy.
Lamme said to him, still holding him: