"All very fine that," called a man's voice, "but what right have you to speak for her, Citizen? Has n't the girl a tongue of her own?"
"Yes, yes!" shouted a big brewer who had swung himself to the edge of the platform, and sat there kicking his heels noisily. "Yes, yes! it 's all very well to say 'I vouch for her,' but there 's only one woman any man can vouch for, and that's his wife."
"What, Robinot, can you vouch for yours?" screamed Louison; and a roar of laughter went up, spiced by the brewer's very evident discomfort.
"Yes, what's she to you after all?" said another woman.
"A hussy!" shrieked a third.
"An aristocrat!"
"What do you know of her, and how do you know it?"
"Explain, explain!"
"Death, death to the aristocrat!"
Dangeau sent his voice ringing through the hall: