“Who is that growling?” said he outside. “Morbleu! but I will soon find out! Open the door, or I will carry it away!”
The fair damsel, who was in a great rage, went to the window in her chemise, and said;
“Are you there, false and disloyal knight? You may knock as much as you like, but you will not come in!”
“Why shall I not come in?” said he.
“Because,” said she, “you are the falsest man that ever woman met, and are not worthy to be with respectable people.”
“Mademoiselle,” said he, “you blason my arms very well, but I do not know what excites you, for I have never been false to you that I am aware of.”
“Yes, you have,” she cried, “done me the greatest wrong that ever man did to woman.”
“I have not, I swear. But tell me who is in there?”
“You know very well, wretched traitor that you are,” she replied.
Thereupon the squire, who was in bed, began to growl like a dog as before.