She heard a furious wrangle between Salted-Mouth, otherwise Drink-without-Thirst, and that rascal Pere Colombe.

There was a thief of a landlord who wanted one to pay for what one had not had! Yet one was not at a gangster's hang-out.

Suddenly there was a scuffling, yells were heard and tables were upset.

It was Pere Colombe who was turning the party out without the least hesitation, and in the twinkling of an eye.

On the other side of the door they blackguarded him and called him a scoundrel.