"It was a bitter night in old Paris, and people said that wolves would be coming into the streets. The rich man's house was on the outskirts of the town. Villon is to go to the house, knock at the door, and ask for shelter. Then, when he is once inside, he is to make a signal to Beaugerac and Montigny, who are to rush in and kill the old man, tie up his daughter, who lives with him, and take away the money.
"Villon goes through the snow, and is admitted by the daughter, Marie.
"The old man is there, and asks him to sit down and share their simple supper. Villon does so, and during the meal the old man says: 'What is your name, stranger, who have come to us to share our meal this cold winter's night?"
"Taken unawares, Villon told the truth. 'I, sir,' he said, 'am one François Villon, a poor master of arts of the University of Paris.'
"'Villon!' says the girl suddenly. 'Villon, the poet!'
"'None other! At your service, mademoiselle,' he answers, rising.
"'Villon!' said the old man, 'Villon, the poet! who associates with cut-throats and robbers? Begone from my house!'
"'Sir,' the poet answers, 'I wish you a very good night. Mademoiselle, you have then read my poems?'
"'Ay, and loved them truly,' Mary answers in a whisper.
"'Begone!' Gervais says once more.