“Whom?” said Gringoire; “the goat?”

“No, that woman.”

“My wife?

I swear to you that I have not.”

“You are often alone with her?”

“A good hour every evening.”

Porn Claude frowned.

“Oh! oh! Solus cum sola non cogitabuntur orare Pater Noster.”

“Upon my soul, I could say the Pater, and the Ave Maria, and the Credo in Deum patrem omnipotentem without her paying any more attention to me than a chicken to a church.”

“Swear to me, by the body of your mother,”