He recoiled with a loud ejaculation, and hung to the bench by the calves of his legs.
"What is the matter ?" said a traveller disdainfully.

"Does the good cheese scare ye?
Then put it hither, in the name of all the saints!" "Cheese!" cried Gerard, "I see none.

These nauseous reptiles have made away with every bit of it." "Well," replied another, "it is not gone far.

By eating of the mites we eat the cheese to boot." "Nay, not so," said Gerard.

"These reptiles are made like us, and digest their food and turn it to foul flesh even as we do ours to sweet; as well might you think to chew grass by eating of grass-fed beeves, as to eat cheese by swallowing these uncleanly insects." Gerard raised his voice in uttering this, and the company received the paradox in dead silence, and with a distrustful air, like any other stranger, during which the Burgundian, who understood German but imperfectly, made Gerard Gallicize the discussion.