“Let us go and drink,” said Jehan.

“Where shall we go?” said Phoebus; “‘To Eve’s Apple.’”

“No, captain, to ‘Ancient Science.’ An old woman sawing a basket handle; ‘tis a rebus, and I like that.”.

“A plague on rebuses, Jehan! the wine is better at ‘Eve’s Apple’; and then, beside the door there is a vine in the sun which cheers me while I am drinking.”

“Well! here goes for Eve and her apple,” said the student, and taking Phoebus’s arm. “By the way, my dear captain, you just mentioned the Rue Coupe-Gueule That is a very bad form of speech; people are no longer so barbarous. They say, Coupe-Gorge.”