Meanwhile，thedancerremainedmotionlessuponthethreshold。Herappearancehadproducedasingulareffectupontheseyounggirls。Itiscertainthatavagueandindistinctdesiretopleasethehandsomeofficeranimatedthemall，thathissplendiduniformwasthetargetofalltheircoquetries，andthatfromthemomenthepresentedhimself，thereexistedamongthemasecret，suppressedrivalry，whichtheyhardlyacknowledgedeventothemselves，butwhichbrokeforth，nonetheless，everyinstant，intheirgesturesandremarks。
Nevertheless，astheywereallverynearlyequalinbeauty，theycontendedwithequalarms，andeachcouldhopeforthevictory——Thearrivalofthegypsysuddenlydestroyedthisequilibrium。Herbeautywassorare，that，atthemomentwhensheappearedattheentranceoftheapartment，itseemedasthoughshediffusedasortoflightwhichwaspeculiartoherself。Inthatnarrowchamber，surroundedbythatsombreframeofhangingsandwoodwork，shewasincomparablymorebeautifulandmoreradiantthanonthepublicsquare。Shewaslikeatorchwhichhassuddenlybeenbroughtfrombroaddaylightintothedark。Thenobledamselsweredazzledbyherinspiteofthemselves。Eachonefeltherself，insomesort，woundedinherbeauty。Hence，theirbattlefrontmaywebeallowedtheexpression，wasimmediatelyaltered，althoughtheyexchangednotasingleword。Buttheyunderstoodeachotherperfectly。Women’sinstinctscomprehendandrespondtoeachothermorequicklythantheintelligencesofmen。Anenemyhadjustarrived；
allfeltit——allralliedtogether。Onedropofwineissufficienttotingeaglassofwaterred；todiffuseacertaindegreeofilltemperthroughoutawholeassemblyofprettywomen，thearrivalofaprettierwomansuffices，especiallywhenthereisbutonemanpresent。
Hencethewelcomeaccordedtothegypsywasmarvellouslyglacial。Theysurveyedherfromheadtofoot，thenexchangedglances，andallwassaid；theyunderstoodeachother。Meanwhile，theyounggirlwaswaitingtobespokento，insuchemotionthatshedarednotraisehereyelids。
Thecaptainwasthefirsttobreakthesilence。"Uponmyword，"saidhe，inhistoneofintrepidfatuity，"hereisacharmingcreature！Whatthinkyouofher，faircousin？"
Thisremark，whichamoredelicateadmirerwouldhaveutteredinalowertone，atleastwasnotofanaturetodissipatethefemininejealousieswhichwereonthealertbeforethegypsy。
Fleur-de-Lysrepliedtothecaptainwithablandaffectationofdisdain；——"Notbad。"
Theotherswhispered。
Atlength，MadameAloise，whowasnotthelessjealousbecauseshewassoforherdaughter，addressedthedancer，——"Approach，littleone。"
"Approach，littleone！"repeated，withcomicaldignity，littleBérangère，whowouldhavereachedaboutashighasherhips。
Thegypsyadvancedtowardsthenobledame。
"Fairchild，"saidPhoebus，withemphasis，takingseveralstepstowardsher，"IdonotknowwhetherIhavethesupremehonorofbeingrecognizedbyyou。"
Sheinterruptedhim，withasmileandalookfullofinfinitesweetness，——
"Oh！yes，"saidshe。
"Shehasagoodmemory，"remarkedFleur-de-Lys。
"Come，now，"resumedPhoebus，"youescapednimblytheotherevening。DidIfrightenyou！"
"Oh！no，"saidthegypsy。
Therewasintheintonationofthat"Oh！no，"utteredafterthat"Oh！yes，"anineffablesomethingwhichwoundedFleur-de-Lys。
"Youleftmeinyourstead，mybeauty，"pursuedthecaptain，whosetonguewasunloosedwhenspeakingtoagirloutofthestreet，"acrabbedknave，one-eyedandhunchbacked，thebishop’sbellringer，Ibelieve。Ihavebeentoldthatbybirthheisthebastardofanarchdeaconandadevil。
Hehasapleasantname:heiscalled~Quatre-Temps~EmberDays，~Paques-Fleuries~PalmSunday，Mardi-GrasShroveTuesday，Iknownotwhat！Thenameofsomefestivalwhenthebellsarepealed！Sohetookthelibertyofcarryingyouoff，asthoughyouweremadeforbeadles！’Tistoomuch。
Whatthedevildidthatscreech-owlwantwithyou？Hey，tellme！"
"Idonotknow，"shereplied。
"Theinconceivableimpudence！Abellringercarryingoffawench，likeavicomte！aloutpoachingonthegameofgentlemen！thatisararepieceofassurance。However，hepaiddearlyforit。MasterPierratTorterueistheharshestgroomthatevercurriedaknave；andIcantellyou，ifitwillbeagreeabletoyou，thatyourbellringer’shidegotathoroughdressingathishands。"
"Poorman！"saidthegypsy，inwhomthesewordsrevivedthememoryofthepillory。
Thecaptainburstoutlaughing。
"Corne-de-boeuf！here’spityaswellplacedasafeatherinapig’stail！MayIhaveasbigabellyasapope，if——"
Hestoppedshort。"Pardonme，ladies；IbelievethatI
wasonthepointofsayingsomethingfoolish。"
"Fie，sir"saidlaGaillefontaine。
"Hetalkstothatcreatureinherowntongue！"addedFleur-de-Lys，inalowtone，herirritationincreasingeverymoment。Thisirritationwasnotdiminishedwhenshebeheldthecaptain，enchantedwiththegypsy，and，mostofall，withhimself，executeapirouetteonhisheel，repeatingwithcoarse，na？ve，andsoldierlygallantry，——
"Ahandsomewench，uponmysoul！"
"Rathersavagelydressed，"saidDianedeChristeuil，laughingtoshowherfineteeth。
Thisremarkwasaflashoflighttotheothers。Notbeingabletoimpugnherbeauty，theyattackedhercostume。
"Thatistrue，"saidlaMontmichel；"whatmakesyourunaboutthestreetsthus，withoutguimpeorruff？"
"Thatpetticoatissoshortthatitmakesonetremble，"
addedlaGaillefontaine。
"Mydear，"continuedFleur-de-Lys，withdecidedsharpness，"Youwillgetyourselftakenupbythesumptuarypoliceforyourgildedgirdle。"
"Littleone，littleone；"resumedlaChristeuil，withanimplacablesmile，"ifyouweretoputrespectablesleevesuponyourarmstheywouldgetlesssunburned。"
Itwas，intruth，aspectacleworthyofamoreintelligentspectatorthanPhoebus，toseehowthesebeautifulmaidens，withtheirenvenomedandangrytongues，wound，serpent-like，andglidedandwrithedaroundthestreetdancer。Theywerecruelandgraceful；theysearchedandrummagedmaliciouslyinherpoorandsillytoiletofspanglesandtinsel。Therewasnoendtotheirlaughter，irony，andhumiliation。Sarcasmsraineddownuponthegypsy，andhaughtycondescensionandmalevolentlooks。OnewouldhavethoughttheywereyoungRomandamesthrustinggoldenpinsintothebreastofabeautifulslave。Onewouldhavepronouncedthemelegantgrayhounds，circling，withinflatednostrils，roundapoorwoodlandfawn，whomtheglanceoftheirmasterforbadethemtodevour。
Afterall，whatwasamiserabledanceronthepublicsquaresinthepresenceofthesehigh-bornmaidens？Theyseemedtotakenoheedofherpresence，andtalkedofheraloud，toherface，asofsomethingunclean，abject，andyet，atthesametime，passablypretty。
Thegypsywasnotinsensibletothesepin-pricks。Fromtimetotimeaflushofshame，aflashofangerinflamedhereyesorhercheeks；withdisdainshemadethatlittlegrimacewithwhichthereaderisalreadyfamiliar，butsheremainedmotionless；shefixedonPhoebusasad，sweet，resignedlook。
Therewasalsohappinessandtendernessinthatgaze。Onewouldhavesaidthatsheenduredforfearofbeingexpelled。
Phoebuslaughed，andtookthegypsy’spartwithamixtureofimpertinenceandpity。
"Letthemtalk，littleone！"herepeated，jinglinghisgoldenspurs。"Nodoubtyourtoiletisalittleextravagantandwild，butwhatdifferencedoesthatmakewithsuchacharmingdamselasyourself？"
"Goodgracious！"exclaimedtheblondeGaillefontaine，drawingupherswan-likethroat，withabittersmile。"Iseethatmessieursthearchersoftheking’spoliceeasilytakefireatthehandsomeeyesofgypsies！"
"Whynot？"saidPhoebus。
Atthisreplyutteredcarelesslybythecaptain，likeastraystone，whosefallonedoesnotevenwatch，Colombebegantolaugh，aswellasDiane，Amelotte，andFleur-de-Lys，intowhoseeyesatthesametimeatearstarted。
Thegypsy，whohaddroppedhereyesontheflooratthewordsofColombedeGaillefontaine，raisedthembeamingwithjoyandprideandfixedthemoncemoreonPhoebus。Shewasverybeautifulatthatmoment。
Theolddame，whowaswatchingthisscene，feltoffended，withoutunderstandingwhy。
"HolyVirgin！"shesuddenlyexclaimed，"whatisitmovingaboutmylegs？Ah！thevillanousbeast！"
Itwasthegoat，whohadjustarrived，insearchofhismistress，andwho，indashingtowardsthelatter，hadbegunbyentanglinghishornsinthepileofstuffswhichthenobledame’sgarmentsheapeduponherfeetwhenshewasseated。
Thiscreatedadiversion。Thegypsydisentangledhishornswithoututteringaword。
"Oh！here’sthelittlegoatwithgoldenhoofs！"exclaimedBérangère，dancingwithjoy。
Thegypsycroucheddownonherkneesandleanedhercheekagainstthefondlingheadofthegoat。Onewouldhavesaidthatshewasaskingpardonforhavingquitteditthus。
Meanwhile，DianehadbentdowntoColombe’sear。
"Ah！goodheavens！whydidnotIthinkofthatsooner？
’Tisthegypsywiththegoat。Theysaysheisasorceress，andthathergoatexecutesverymiraculoustricks。"
"Well！"saidColombe，"thegoatmustnowamuseusinitsturn，andperformamiracleforus。"
DianeandColombeeagerlyaddressedthegypsy。
"Littleone，makeyourgoatperformamiracle。"
"Idonotknowwhatyoumean，"repliedthedancer。
"Amiracle，apieceofmagic，abitofsorcery，inshort。"
"Idonotunderstand。"Andshefelltocaressingtheprettyanimal，repeating，"Djali！Djali！"
AtthatmomentFleur-de-Lysnoticedalittlebagofembroideredleathersuspendedfromtheneckofthegoat，——
"Whatisthat？"sheaskedofthegypsy。
Thegypsyraisedherlargeeyesuponherandrepliedgravely，——
"Thatismysecret。"
"Ishouldreallyliketoknowwhatyoursecretis，"thoughtFleur-de-Lys。
Meanwhile，thegooddamehadrisenangrily，——"Comenow，gypsy，ifneitheryounoryourgoatcandanceforus，whatareyoudoinghere？"
Thegypsywalkedslowlytowardsthedoor，withoutmakinganyreply。Butthenearersheapproachedit，themoreherpaceslackened。Anirresistiblemagnetseemedtoholdher。Suddenlysheturnedhereyes，wetwithtears，towardsPhoebus，andhalted。
"TrueGod！"exclaimedthecaptain，"that’snotthewaytodepart。Comebackanddancesomethingforus。Bytheway，mysweetlove，whatisyourname？"
"LaEsmeralda，"saidthedancer，nevertakinghereyesfromhim。
Atthisstrangename，aburstofwildlaughterbrokefromtheyounggirls。
"Here’saterriblenameforayounglady，"saidDiane。
"Youseewellenough，"retortedAmelotte，"thatsheisanenchantress。"
"Mydear，"exclaimedDameAloisesolemnly，"yourparentsdidnotcommitthesinofgivingyouthatnameatthebaptismalfont。"
Inthemeantime，severalminutespreviously，Bérangèrehadcoaxedthegoatintoacorneroftheroomwithamarchpanecake，withoutanyonehavingnoticedher。Inaninstanttheyhadbecomegoodfriends。Thecuriouschildhaddetachedthebagfromthegoat’sneck，hadopenedit，andhademptiedoutitscontentsontherushmatting；itwasanalphabet，eachletterofwhichwasseparatelyinscribedonatinyblockofboxwood。Hardlyhadtheseplaythingsbeenspreadoutonthematting，whenthechild，withsurprise，beheldthegoatoneofwhose"miracles"thiswasnodoubt，drawoutcertainletterswithitsgoldenhoof，andarrangethem，withgentlepushes，inacertainorder。Inamomenttheyconstitutedaword，whichthegoatseemedtohavebeentrainedtowrite，solittlehesitationdiditshowinformingit，andBérangèresuddenlyexclaimed，claspingherhandsinadmiration，——
"GodmotherFleur-de-Lys，seewhatthegoathasjustdone！"
Fleur-de-Lysranupandtrembled。Thelettersarrangeduponthefloorformedthisword，——
PHOEBUS。
"Wasitthegoatwhowrotethat？"sheinquiredinachangedvoice。
"Yes，godmother，"repliedBérangêre。
Itwasimpossibletodoubtit；thechilddidnotknowhowtowrite。
"Thisisthesecret！"thoughtFleur-de-Lys。
Meanwhile，atthechild’sexclamation，allhadhastenedup，themother，theyounggirls，thegypsy，andtheofficer。
Thegypsybeheldthepieceoffollywhichthegoathadcommitted。Sheturnedred，thenpale，andbegantotremblelikeaculpritbeforethecaptain，whogazedatherwithasmileofsatisfactionandamazement。
"Phoebus！"whisperedtheyounggirls，stupefied:"’tisthecaptain’sname！"
"Youhaveamarvellousmemory！"saidFleur-de-Lys，tothepetrifiedgypsy。Then，burstingintosobs:"Oh！"shestammeredmournfully，hidingherfaceinbothherbeautifulhands，"sheisamagician！"Andsheheardanotherandastillmorebittervoiceatthebottomofherheart，saying，——
"Sheisarival！"
Shefellfainting。
"Mydaughter！mydaughter！"criedtheterrifiedmother。
"Begone，yougypsyofhell！"
Inatwinkling，LaEsmeraldagathereduptheunluckyletters，madeasigntoDjali，andwentoutthroughonedoor，whileFleur-de-Lyswasbeingcarriedoutthroughtheother。
CaptainPhoebus，onbeingleftalone，hesitatedforamomentbetweenthetwodoors，thenhefollowedthegypsy。
CHAPTERII。
APRIESTANDAPHILOSOPHERARETWODIFFERENTTHINGS。
ThepriestwhomtheyounggirlshadobservedatthetopoftheNorthtower，leaningoverthePlaceandsoattentivetothedanceofthegypsy，was，infact，ArchdeaconClaudeFrollo。
Ourreadershavenotforgottenthemysteriouscellwhichthearchdeaconhadreservedforhimselfinthattower。Idonotknow，bythewaybeitsaid，whetheritbenotthesame，theinteriorofwhichcanbeseento-daythroughalittlesquarewindow，openingtotheeastattheheightofamanabovetheplatformfromwhichthetowersspring；abareanddilapidatedden，whosebadlyplasteredwallsareornamentedhereandthere，atthepresentday，withsomewretchedyellowengravingsrepresentingthefa？adesofcathedrals。Ipresumethatthisholeisjointlyinhabitedbybatsandspiders，andthat，consequently，itwagesadoublewarofexterminationontheflies。
Everyday，anhourbeforesunset，thearchdeaconascendedthestaircasetothetower，andshuthimselfupinthiscell，wherehesometimespassedwholenights。Thatday，atthemomentwhen，standingbeforethelowdoorofhisretreat，hewasfittingintothelockthecomplicatedlittlekeywhichhealwayscarriedabouthiminthepursesuspendedtohisside，asoundoftambourineandcastanetshadreachedhisear。
ThesesoundscamefromthePlaceduParvis。Thecell，aswehavealreadysaid，hadonlyonewindowopeningupontherearofthechurch。ClaudeFrollohadhastilywithdrawnthekey，andaninstantlater，hewasonthetopofthetower，inthegloomyandpensiveattitudeinwhichthemaidenshadseenhim。
Therehestood，grave，motionless，absorbedinonelookandonethought。AllParislayathisfeet，withthethousandspiresofitsedificesanditscircularhorizonofgentlehills——withitsriverwindingunderitsbridges，anditspeoplemovingtoandfrothroughitsstreets，——withthecloudsofitssmoke，——withthemountainouschainofitsroofswhichpressesNotre-Dameinitsdoubledfolds；butout。ofallthecity，thearchdeacongazedatonecorneronlyofthepavement，thePlaceduParvis；inallthatthrongatbutonefigure，——thegypsy。
Itwouldhavebeendifficulttosaywhatwasthenatureofthislook，andwhenceproceededtheflamethatflashedfromit。Itwasafixedgaze，whichwas，nevertheless，fulloftroubleandtumult。And，fromtheprofoundimmobilityofhiswholebody，barelyagitatedatintervalsbyaninvoluntaryshiver，asatreeismovedbythewind；fromthestiffnessofhiselbows，moremarblethanthebalustradeonwhichtheyleaned；orthesightofthepetrifiedsmilewhichcontractedhisface，——
onewouldhavesaidthatnothinglivingwasleftaboutClaudeFrolloexcepthiseyes。
Thegypsywasdancing；shewastwirlinghertambourineonthetipofherfinger，andtossingitintotheairasshedancedProven？alsarabands；agile，light，joyous，andunconsciousoftheformidablegazewhichdescendedperpendicularlyuponherhead。
Thecrowdwasswarmingaroundher；fromtimetotime，amanaccoutredinredandyellowmadethemformintoacircle，andthenreturned，seatedhimselfonachairafewpacesfromthedancer，andtookthegoat’sheadonhisknees。Thismanseemedtobethegypsy’scompanion。ClaudeFrollocouldnotdistinguishhisfeaturesfromhiselevatedpost。
Fromthemomentwhenthearchdeaconcaughtsightofthisstranger，hisattentionseemeddividedbetweenhimandthedancer，andhisfacebecamemoreandmoregloomy。Allatonceheroseupright，andaquiverranthroughhiswholebody:"Whoisthatman？"hemutteredbetweenhisteeth:
"Ihavealwaysseenheralonebefore！"
Thenheplungeddownbeneaththetortuousvaultofthespiralstaircase，andoncemoredescended。Ashepassedthedoorofthebellchamber，whichwasajar，besawsomethingwhichstruckhim；hebeheldQuasimodo，who，leaningthroughanopeningofoneofthoseslatepenthouseswhichresembleenormousblinds，appearedalsotobegazingatthePlace。Hewasengagedinsoprofoundacontemplation，thathedidnotnoticethepassageofhisadoptedfather。Hissavageeyehadasingularexpression；itwasacharmed，tenderlook。"Thisisstrange！"murmuredClaude。"Isitthegypsyatwhomheisthusgazing？"Hecontinuedhisdescent。Attheendofafewminutes，theanxiousarchdeaconentereduponthePlacefromthedooratthebaseofthetower。
"Whathasbecomeofthegypsygirl？"hesaid，minglingwiththegroupofspectatorswhichthesoundofthetambourinehadcollected。
"Iknownot，"repliedoneofhisneighbors，"Ithinkthatshehasgonetomakesomeofherfandangoesinthehouseopposite，whithertheyhavecalledher。"
Intheplaceofthegypsy，onthecarpet，whosearabesqueshadseemedtovanishbutamomentpreviouslybythecapriciousfiguresofherdance，thearchdeaconnolongerbeheldanyonebuttheredandyellowman，who，inordertoearnafewtestersinhisturn，waswalkingroundthecircle，withhiselbowsonhiships，hisheadthrownback，hisfacered，hisneckoutstretched，withachairbetweenhisteeth。Tothechairhehadfastenedacat，whichaneighborhadlent，andwhichwasspittingingreataffright。
"Notre-Dame！"exclaimedthearchdeacon，atthemomentwhenthejuggler，perspiringheavily，passedinfrontofhimwithhispyramidofchairandhiscat，"WhatisMasterPierreGringoiredoinghere？"
Theharshvoiceofthearchdeaconthrewthepoorfellowintosuchacommotionthathelosthisequilibrium，togetherwithhiswholeedifice，andthechairandthecattumbledpell-mellupontheheadsofthespectators，inthemidstofinextinguishablehootings。
ItisprobablethatMasterPierreGringoireforitwasindeedhewouldhavehadasorryaccounttosettlewiththeneighborwhoownedthecat，andallthebruisedandscratchedfaceswhichsurroundedhim，ifhehadnothastenedtoprofitbythetumulttotakerefugeinthechurch，whitherClaudeFrollohadmadehimasigntofollowhim。
Thecathedralwasalreadydarkanddeserted；theside-aisleswerefullofshadows，andthelampsofthechapelsbegantoshineoutlikestars，soblackhadthevaultedceilingbecome。
Onlythegreatrosewindowofthefa？ade，whosethousandcolorsweresteepedinarayofhorizontalsunlight，glitteredinthegloomlikeamassofdiamonds，andthrewitsdazzlingreflectiontotheotherendofthenave。
Whentheyhadadvancedafewpaces，DomClaudeplacedhisbackagainstapillar，andgazedintentlyatGringoire。
ThegazewasnottheonewhichGringoirefeared，ashamedashewasofhavingbeencaughtbyagraveandlearnedpersoninthecostumeofabuffoon。Therewasnothingmockingorironicalinthepriest’sglance，itwasserious，tranquil，piercing。Thearchdeaconwasthefirsttobreakthesilence。
"Comenow，MasterPierre。Youaretoexplainmanythingstome。Andfirstofall，howcomesitthatyouhavenotbeenseenfortwomonths，andthatnowonefindsyouinthepublicsquares，inafineequipmentintruth！Motleyredandyellow，likeaCaudebecapple？"
"Messire，"saidGringoire，piteously，"itis，infact，anamazingaccoutrement。Youseemenomorecomfortableinitthanacatcoiffedwithacalabash。’Tisveryilldone，Iamconscious，toexposemessieursthesergeantsofthewatchtotheliabilityofcudgellingbeneaththiscassockthehumerusofaPythagoreanphilosopher。Butwhatwouldyouhave，myreverendmaster？’tisthefaultofmyancientjerkin，whichabandonedmeincowardlywise，atthebeginningofthewinter，underthepretextthatitwasfallingintotatters，andthatitrequiredreposeinthebasketofarag-picker。
Whatisonetodo？Civilizationhasnotyetarrivedatthepointwhereonecangostarknaked，asancientDiogeneswished。Addthataverycoldwindwasblowing，and’tisnotinthemonthofJanuarythatonecansuccessfullyattempttomakehumanitytakethisnewstep。Thisgarmentpresenteditself，Itookit，andIleftmyancientblacksmock，which，forahermeticlikemyself，wasfarfrombeinghermeticallyclosed。Beholdmethen，inthegarmentsofastage-player，likeSaintGenest。Whatwouldyouhave？’tisaneclipse。
ApollohimselftendedtheflocksofAdmetus。"
"’Tisafineprofessionthatyouareengagedin！"repliedthearchdeacon。
"Iagree，mymaster，that’tisbettertophilosophizeandpoetize，toblowtheflameinthefurnace，ortoreceiveitfromcarrycatsonashield。So，whenyouaddressedme，Iwasasfoolishasanassbeforeaturnspit。Butwhatwouldyouhave，messire？Onemusteateveryday，andthefinestAlexandrineversesarenotworthabitofBriecheese。Now，ImadeforMadameMargueriteofFlanders，thatfamousepithalamium，asyouknow，andthecitywillnotpayme，underthepretextthatitwasnotexcellent；asthoughonecouldgiveatragedyofSophoclesforfourcrowns！
Hence，Iwasonthepointofdyingwithhunger。Happily，IfoundthatIwasratherstronginthejaw；soIsaidtothisjaw，——performsomefeatsofstrengthandofequilibrium:
nourishthyself。~Aleteipsam~。Apackofbeggarswhohavebecomemygoodfriends，havetaughtmetwentysortsofherculeanfeats，andnowIgivetomyteetheveryeveningthebreadwhichtheyhaveearnedduringthedaybythesweatofmybrow。Afterall，concede，Igrantthatitisasademploymentformyintellectualfaculties，andthatmanisnotmadetopasshislifeinbeatingthetambourineandbitingchairs。But，reverendmaster，itisnotsufficienttopassone’slife，onemustearnthemeansforlife。’’
DomClaudelistenedinsilence。Allatoncehisdeep-seteyeassumedsosagaciousandpenetratinganexpression，thatGringoirefelthimself，sotospeak，searchedtothebottomofthesoulbythatglance。
"Verygood，MasterPierre；buthowcomesitthatyouarenowincompanywiththatgypsydancer？"
"Infaith！"saidGringoire，"’tisbecausesheismywifeandIamherhusband。"
Thepriest’sgloomyeyesflashedintoflame。
"Haveyoudonethat，youwretch！"hecried，seizingGringoire’sarmwithfury；"haveyoubeensoabandonedbyGodastoraiseyourhandagainstthatgirl？"
"Onmychanceofparadise，monseigneur，"repliedGringoire，tremblingineverylimb，"IsweartoyouthatIhavenevertouchedher，ifthatiswhatdisturbsyou。"
"Thenwhydoyoutalkofhusbandandwife？"saidthepriest。
Gringoiremadehastetorelatetohimassuccinctlyaspossible，allthatthereaderalreadyknows，hisadventureintheCourtofMiraclesandthebroken-crockmarriage。Itappeared，moreover，thatthismarriagehadledtonoresultswhatever，andthateacheveningthegypsygirlcheatedhimofhisnuptialrightasonthefirstday。"’Tisamortification，"
hesaidinconclusion，"butthatisbecauseIhavehadthemisfortunetowedavirgin。"
"Whatdoyoumean？"demandedthearchdeacon，whohadbeengraduallyappeasedbythisrecital。
"’Tisverydifficulttoexplain，"repliedthepoet。"Itisasuperstition。Mywifeis，accordingtowhatanoldthief，whoiscalledamongustheDukeofEgypt，hastoldme，afoundlingoralostchild，whichisthesamething。Shewearsonherneckanamuletwhich，itisaffirmed，willcausehertomeetherparentssomeday，butwhichwillloseitsvirtueiftheyounggirlloseshers。Henceitfollowsthatbothofusremainveryvirtuous。"
"So，"resumedClaude，whosebrowclearedmoreandmore，"youbelieve，MasterPierre，thatthiscreaturehasnotbeenapproachedbyanyman？"
"Whatwouldyouhaveamando，DomClaude，asagainstasuperstition？Shehasgotthatinherhead。IassuredlyesteemasararitythisnunlikepruderywhichispreserveduntamedamidthoseBohemiangirlswhoaresoeasilybroughtintosubjection。Butshehasthreethingstoprotecther:
theDukeofEgypt，whohastakenherunderhissafeguard，reckoning，perchance，onsellinghertosomegayabbé；allhistribe，whoholdherinsingularveneration，likeaNotre-Dame；
andacertaintinypoignard，whichthebuxomdamealwayswearsabouther，insomenook，inspiteoftheordinancesoftheprovost，andwhichonecausestoflyoutintoherhandsbysqueezingherwaist。’Tisaproudwasp，Icantellyou！"
ThearchdeaconpressedGringoirewithquestions。
LaEsmeralda，inthejudgmentofGringoire，wasaninoffensiveandcharmingcreature，pretty，withtheexceptionofapoutwhichwaspeculiartoher；ana？veandpassionatedamsel，ignorantofeverythingandenthusiasticabouteverything；
notyetawareofthedifferencebetweenamanandawoman，eveninherdreams；madelikethat；wildespeciallyoverdancing，noise，theopenair；asortofwomanbee，withinvisiblewingsonherfeet，andlivinginawhirlwind。Sheowedthisnaturetothewanderinglifewhichshehadalwaysled。Gringoirehadsucceededinlearningthat，whileamerechild，shehadtraversedSpainandCatalonia，eventoSicily；
hebelievedthatshehadevenbeentakenbythecaravanofZingari，ofwhichsheformedapart，tothekingdomofAlgiers，acountrysituatedinAchaia，whichcountryadjoins，ononesideAlbaniaandGreece；ontheother，theSicilianSea，whichistheroadtoConstantinople。TheBohemians，saidGringoire，werevassalsoftheKingofAlgiers，inhisqualityofchiefoftheWhiteMoors。Onethingiscertain，thatlaEsmeraldahadcometoFrancewhilestillveryyoung，bywayofHungary。Fromallthesecountriestheyounggirlhadbroughtbackfragmentsofqueerjargons，songs，andstrangeideas，whichmadeherlanguageasmotleyashercostume，halfParisian，halfAfrican。However，thepeopleofthequarterswhichshefrequentedlovedherforhergayety，herdaintiness，herlivelymanners，herdances，andhersongs。Shebelievedherselftobehated，inallthecity，bybuttwopersons，ofwhomsheoftenspokeinterror:thesackednunoftheTour-Roland，avillanousreclusewhocherishedsomesecretgrudgeagainstthesegypsies，andwhocursedthepoordancereverytimethatthelatterpassedbeforeherwindow；andapriest，whonevermetherwithoutcastingatherlooksandwordswhichfrightenedher。
Thementionofthislastcircumstancedisturbedthearchdeacongreatly，thoughGringoirepaidnoattentiontohisperturbation；tosuchanextenthadtwomonthssufficedtocausetheheedlesspoettoforgetthesingulardetailsoftheeveningonwhichhehadmetthegypsy，andthepresenceofthearchdeaconinitall。Otherwise，thelittledancerfearednothing；shedidnottellfortunes，whichprotectedheragainstthosetrialsformagicwhichweresofrequentlyinstitutedagainstgypsywomen。Andthen，Gringoireheldthepositionofherbrother，ifnotofherhusband。Afterall，thephilosopherenduredthissortofplatonicmarriageverypatiently。Itmeantashelterandbreadatleast。Everymorning，hesetoutfromthelairofthethieves，generallywiththegypsy；hehelpedhermakehercollectionsoftarges*andlittleblanks**inthesquares；eacheveninghereturnedtothesameroofwithher，allowedhertoboltherselfintoherlittlechamber，andsleptthesleepofthejust。A
verysweetexistence，takingitallinall，hesaid，andwelladaptedtorevery。Andthen，onhissoulandconscience，thephilosopherwasnotverysurethathewasmadlyinlovewiththegypsy。Helovedhergoatalmostasdearly。Itwasacharminganimal，gentle，intelligent，clever；alearnedgoat。NothingwasmorecommonintheMiddleAgesthantheselearnedanimals，whichamazedpeoplegreatly，andoftenledtheirinstructorstothestake。Butthewitchcraftofthegoatwiththegoldenhoofswasaveryinnocentspeciesofmagic。Gringoireexplainedthemtothearchdeacon，whomthesedetailsseemedtointerestdeeply。Inthemajorityofcases，itwassufficienttopresentthetambourinetothegoatinsuchorsuchamanner，inordertoobtainfromhimthetrickdesired。Hehadbeentrainedtothisbythegypsy，whopossessed，inthesedelicatearts，sorareatalentthattwomonthshadsufficedtoteachthegoattowrite，withmovableletters，theword"Phoebus。"
*AnancientBurgundiancoin。
**AnancientFrenchcoin。
"’Phoebus！’"saidthepriest；"why’Phoebus’？"
"Iknownot，"repliedGringoire。"Perhapsitisawordwhichshebelievestobeendowedwithsomemagicandsecretvirtue。Sheoftenrepeatsitinalowtonewhenshethinksthatsheisalone。"
"Areyousure，"persistedClaude，withhispenetratingglance，"thatitisonlyawordandnotaname？"
"Thenameofwhom？"saidthepoet。
"HowshouldIknow？"saidthepriest。
"ThisiswhatIimagine，messire。TheseBohemiansaresomethinglikeGuebrs，andadorethesun。Hence，Phoebus。"
"Thatdoesnotseemsocleartomeastoyou，MasterPierre。"
"Afterall，thatdoesnotconcernme。LethermumbleherPhoebusatherpleasure。Onethingiscertain，thatDjalilovesmealmostasmuchashedoesher。"
"WhoisDjali？"
"Thegoat。"
Thearchdeacondroppedhischinintohishand，andappearedtoreflectforamoment。AllatonceheturnedabruptlytoGringoireoncemore。
"Anddoyousweartomethatyouhavenottouchedher？"
"Whom？"saidGringoire；"thegoat？"
"No，thatwoman。"
"Mywife？IsweartoyouthatIhavenot。"
"Youareoftenalonewithher？"
"Agoodhoureveryevening。"
PornClaudefrowned。
"Oh！oh！~SoluscumsolanoncogitabunturorarePaterNoster~。"
"Uponmysoul，Icouldsaythe~Pater~，andthe~AveMaria~，andthe~CredoinDeumpatremomnipotentem~withoutherpayinganymoreattentiontomethanachickentoachurch。"
"Sweartome，bythebodyofyourmother，"repeatedthearchdeaconviolently，"thatyouhavenottouchedthatcreaturewitheventhetipofyourfinger。"
"Iwillalsoswearitbytheheadofmyfather，forthetwothingshavemoreaffinitybetweenthem。But，myreverendmaster，permitmeaquestioninmyturn。"
"Speak，sir。"
"Whatconcernisitofyours？"
Thearchdeacon’spalefacebecameascrimsonasthecheekofayounggirl。Heremainedforamomentwithoutanswering；
then，withvisibleembarrassment，——
"Listen，MasterPierreGringoire。Youarenotyetdamned，sofarasIknow。Itakeaninterestinyou，andwishyouwell。NowtheleastcontactwiththatEgyptianofthedemonwouldmakeyouthevassalofSatan。Youknowthat’tisalwaysthebodywhichruinsthesoul。Woetoyouifyouapproachthatwoman！Thatisall。"
"Itriedonce，"saidGringoire，scratchinghisear；"itwasthefirstday:butIgotstung。"
"Youweresoaudacious，MasterPierre？"andthepriest’sbrowcloudedoveragain。
"Onanotheroccasion，"continuedthepoet，withasmile，"I
peepedthroughthekeyhole，beforegoingtobed，andIbeheldthemostdeliciousdameinhershiftthatevermadeabedcreakunderherbarefoot。"
"Gotothedevil！"criedthepriest，withaterriblelook；
and，givingtheamazedGringoireapushontheshoulders，heplunged，withlongstrides，underthegloomiestarcadesofthecathedral。
CHAPTERIII。
THEBELLS。
Afterthemorninginthepillory，theneighborsofNotre-
DamethoughttheynoticedthatQuasimodo’sardorforringinghadgrowncool。Formerly，therehadbeenpealsforeveryoccasion，longmorningserenades，whichlastedfromprimetocompline；pealsfromthebelfryforahighmass，richscalesdrawnoverthesmallerbellsforawedding，forachristening，andminglingintheairlikearichembroideryofallsortsofcharmingsounds。Theoldchurch，allvibratingandsonorous，wasinaperpetualjoyofbells。Onewasconstantlyconsciousofthepresenceofaspiritofnoiseandcaprice，whosangthroughallthosemouthsofbrass。Nowthatspiritseemedtohavedeparted；thecathedralseemedgloomy，andgladlyremainedsilent；festivalsandfuneralshadthesimplepeal，dryandbare，demandedbytheritual，nothingmore。Ofthedoublenoisewhichconstitutesachurch，theorganwithin，thebellwithout，theorganaloneremained。Onewouldhavesaidthattherewasnolongeramusicianinthebelfry。Quasimodowasalwaysthere，nevertheless；what，then，hadhappenedtohim？Wasitthattheshameanddespairofthepillorystilllingeredinthebottomofhisheart，thatthelashesofhistormentor’swhipreverberatedunendinglyinhissoul，andthatthesadnessofsuchtreatmenthadwhollyextinguishedinhimevenhispassionforthebells？orwasitthatMariehadarivalintheheartofthebellringerofNotre-Dame，andthatthegreatbellandherfourteensisterswereneglectedforsomethingmoreamiableandmorebeautiful？
Itchancedthat，intheyearofgrace1482，AnnunciationDayfellonTuesday，thetwenty-fifthofMarch。ThatdaytheairwassopureandlightthatQuasimodofeltsomereturningaffectionforhisbells。Hethereforeascendedthenortherntowerwhilethebeadlebelowwasopeningwidethedoorsofthechurch，whichwerethenenormouspanelsofstoutwood，coveredwithleather，borderedwithnailsofgildediron，andframedincarvings"veryartisticallyelaborated。"
Onarrivingintheloftybellchamber，Quasimodogazedforsometimeatthesixbellsandshookhisheadsadly，asthoughgroaningoversomeforeignelementwhichhadinterposeditselfinhisheartbetweenthemandhim。Butwhenhehadsetthemtoswinging，whenhefeltthatclusterofbellsmovingunderhishand，whenhesaw，forhedidnothearit，thepalpitatingoctaveascendanddescendthatsonorousscale，likeabirdhoppingfrombranchtobranch；whenthedemonMusic，thatdemonwhoshakesasparklingbundleofstrette，trillsandarpeggios，hadtakenpossessionofthepoordeafman，hebecamehappyoncemore，heforgoteverything，andhisheartexpanding，madehisfacebeam。
Hewentandcame，hebeathishandstogether，heranfromropetorope，heanimatedthesixsingerswithvoiceandgesture，liketheleaderofanorchestrawhoisurgingonintelligentmusicians。
"Goon，"saidhe，"goon，goon，Gabrielle，pouroutallthynoiseintothePlace，’tisafestivalto-day。Nolaziness，Thibauld；thouartrelaxing；goon，goon，then，artthourusted，thousluggard？Thatiswell！quick！quick！letnotthyclapperbeseen！Makethemalldeaflikeme。That’sit，Thibauld，bravelydone！Guillaume！Guillaume！thouartthelargest，andPasquieristhesmallest，andPasquierdoesbest。Letuswagerthatthosewhohearhimwillunderstandhimbetterthantheyunderstandthee。Good！good！myGabrielle，stoutly，morestoutly！Eli！whatareyoudoingupaloftthere，youtwoMoineauxsparrows？Idonotseeyoumakingtheleastlittleshredofnoise。Whatisthemeaningofthosebeaksofcopperwhichseemtobegapingwhentheyshouldsing？Come，worknow，’tistheFeastoftheAnnunciation。Thesunisfine，thechimemustbefinealso。PoorGuillaume！thouartalloutofbreath，mybigfellow！"
Hewaswhollyabsorbedinspurringonhisbells，allsixofwhichviedwitheachotherinleapingandshakingtheirshininghaunches，likeanoisyteamofSpanishmules，prickedonhereandtherebytheapostrophesofthemuleteer。
Allatonce，onlettinghisglancefallbetweenthelargeslatescaleswhichcovertheperpendicularwallofthebelltoweratacertainheight，hebeheldonthesquareayounggirl，fantasticallydressed，stop，spreadoutonthegroundacarpet，onwhichasmallgoattookupitspost，andagroupofspectatorscollectaroundher。Thissightsuddenlychangedthecourseofhisideas，andcongealedhisenthusiasmasabreathofaircongealsmeltedrosin。Hehalted，turnedhisbacktothebells，andcroucheddownbehindtheprojectingroofofslate，fixinguponthedancerthatdreamy，sweet，andtenderlookwhichhadalreadyastonishedthearchdeaconononeoccasion。Meanwhile，theforgottenbellsdiedawayabruptlyandalltogether，tothegreatdisappointmentoftheloversofbellringing，whowerelisteningingoodfaithtothepealfromabovethePontduChange，andwhowentawaydumbfounded，likeadogwhohasbeenofferedaboneandgivenastone。
CHAPTERIV。
~ANArKH~。
ItchancedthatuponafinemorninginthissamemonthofMarch，IthinkitwasonSaturdaythe29th，SaintEustache’sday，ouryoungfriendthestudent，JehanFrolloduMoulin，perceived，ashewasdressinghimself，thathisbreeches，whichcontainedhispurse，gaveoutnometallicring。"Poorpurse，"
hesaid，drawingitfromhisfob，"what！notthesmallestparisis！howcruellythedice，beer-pots，andVenushavedepletedthee！Howempty，wrinkled，limp，thouart！Thouresemblestthethroatofafury！Iaskyou，MesserCicero，andMesserSeneca，copiesofwhom，alldog’s-eared，Ibeholdscatteredonthefloor，whatprofitsitmetoknow，betterthananygovernorofthemint，oranyJewonthePontauxChangeurs，thatagoldencrownstampedwithacrownisworththirty-fiveunzainsoftwenty-fivesous，andeightdeniersparisisapiece，andthatacrownstampedwithacrescentisworththirty-sixunzainsoftwenty-sixsous，sixdenierstournoisapiece，ifIhavenotasinglewretchedblackliardtoriskonthedouble-six！Oh！ConsulCicero！thisisnocalamityfromwhichoneextricatesone’sselfwithperiphrases，~quemadmodum~，and~verumenimvero~！"
Hedressedhimselfsadly。Anideahadoccurredtohimashelacedhisboots，butherejecteditatfirst；nevertheless，itreturned，andheputonhiswaistcoatwrongsideout，anevidentsignofviolentinternalcombat。Atlasthedashedhiscaproughlyonthefloor，andexclaimed:"Somuchtheworse！
Letcomeofitwhatmay。Iamgoingtomybrother！I
shallcatchasermon，butIshallcatchacrown。"
Thenbehastilydonnedhislongjacketwithfurredhalf-
sleeves，pickeduphiscap，andwentoutlikeamandriventodesperation。
HedescendedtheRuedelaHarpetowardtheCity。AshepassedtheRuedelaHuchette，theodorofthoseadmirablespits，whichwereincessantlyturning，tickledhisolfactoryapparatus，andhebestowedalovingglancetowardtheCyclopeanroast，whichonedaydrewfromtheFranciscanfriar，Calatagirone，thispatheticexclamation:~Veramente，questerotisseriesonocosastupenda~！*ButJehanhadnotthewherewithaltobuyabreakfast，andheplunged，withaprofoundsigh，underthegatewayofthePetit-Chatelet，thatenormousdoubletrefoilofmassivetowerswhichguardedtheentrancetotheCity。
*Truly，theseroastingsareastupendousthing！
Hedidnoteventakethetroubletocastastoneinpassing，aswastheusage，atthemiserablestatueofthatPérinetLeclercwhohaddelivereduptheParisofCharlesVI。totheEnglish，acrimewhichhiseffigy，itsfacebatteredwithstonesandsoiledwithmud，expiatedforthreecenturiesatthecorneroftheRuedelaHarpeandtheRuedeBuci，asinaneternalpillory。
ThePetit-Ponttraversed，theRueNeuve-Sainte-Genevièvecrossed，JehandeMolendinofoundhimselfinfrontofNotre-
Dame。Thenindecisionseizeduponhimoncemore，andhepacedforseveralminutesroundthestatueofM。Legris，repeatingtohimselfwithanguish:"Thesermonissure，thecrownisdoubtful。"
Hestoppedabeadlewhoemergedfromthecloister，——"WhereismonsieurthearchdeaconofJosas？"
"Ibelievethatheisinhissecretcellinthetower，"saidthebeadle；"Ishouldadviseyounottodisturbhimthere，unlessyoucomefromsomeonelikethepopeormonsieurtheking。"
Jehanclappedhishands。
"~Bécliable~！here’samagnificentchancetoseethefamoussorcerycell！"
Thisreflectionhavingbroughthimtoadecision，heplungedresolutelyintothesmallblackdoorway，andbegantheascentofthespiralofSaint-Gilles，whichleadstotheupperstoriesofthetower。"Iamgoingtosee，"hesaidtohimselfontheway。"BytheravensoftheHolyVirgin！itmustneedsbeacuriousthing，thatcellwhichmyreverendbrotherhidessosecretly！’Tissaidthathelightsupthekitchensofhellthere，andthathecooksthephilosopher’sstonethereoverahotfire。~Bédieu~！Icarenomoreforthephilosopher’sstonethanforapebble，andIwouldratherfindoverhisfurnaceanomeletteofEastereggsandbacon，thanthebiggestphilosopher’sstoneintheworld。"’
Onarrivingatthegalleryofslendercolumns，hetookbreathforamoment，andsworeagainsttheinterminablestaircasebyIknownothowmanymillioncartloadsofdevils；
thenheresumedhisascentthroughthenarrowdoorofthenorthtower，nowclosedtothepublic。Severalmomentsafterpassingthebellchamber，hecameuponalittlelanding-place，builtinalateralniche，andunderthevaultofalow，pointeddoor，whoseenormouslockandstrongironbarshewasenabledtoseethroughaloopholepiercedintheoppositecircularwallofthestaircase。Personsdesirousofvisitingthisdooratthepresentdaywillrecognizeitbythisinscriptionengravedinwhitelettersontheblackwall:"J’ADORE
CORALIE，1823。SIGNEUGENE。""Signé"standsinthetext。
"Ugh！"saidthescholar；"’tishere，nodoubt。"
Thekeywasinthelock，thedoorwasveryclosetohim；
hegaveitagentlepushandthrusthisheadthroughtheopening。
ThereadercannothavefailedtoturnovertheadmirableworksofRembrandt，thatShakespeareofpainting。Amidsomanymarvellousengravings，thereisoneetchinginparticular，whichissupposedtorepresentDoctorFaust，andwhichitisimpossibletocontemplatewithoutbeingdazzled。Itrepresentsagloomycell；inthecentreisatableloadedwithhideousobjects；skulls，spheres，alembics，compasses，hieroglyphicparchments。Thedoctorisbeforethistablecladinhislargecoatandcoveredtotheveryeyebrowswithhisfurredcap。Heisvisibleonlytohiswaist。Hehashalfrisenfromhisimmensearm-chair，hisclenchedfistsrestonthetable，andheisgazingwithcuriosityandterroratalargeluminouscircle，formedofmagicletters，whichgleamsfromthewallbeyond，likethesolarspectruminadarkchamber。
Thiscabalisticsunseemstotremblebeforetheeye，andfillsthewancellwithitsmysteriousradiance。Itishorribleanditisbeautiful。
SomethingverysimilartoFaust’scellpresenteditselftoJehan’sview，whenheventuredhisheadthroughthehalf-
opendoor。Italsowasagloomyandsparselylightedretreat。
Therealsostoodalargearm-chairandalargetable，compasses，alembics，skeletonsofanimalssuspendedfromtheceiling，agloberollingonthefloor，hippocephalimingledpromiscuouslywithdrinkingcups，inwhichquiveredleavesofgold，skullsplaceduponvellumcheckeredwithfiguresandcharacters，hugemanuscriptspiledupwideopen，withoutmercyonthecrackingcornersoftheparchment；inshort，alltherubbishofscience，andeverywhereonthisconfusiondustandspiders’webs；buttherewasnocircleofluminousletters，nodoctorinanecstasycontemplatingtheflamingvision，astheeaglegazesuponthesun。
Nevertheless，thecellwasnotdeserted。Amanwasseatedinthearm-chair，andbendingoverthetable。Jehan，towhomhisbackwasturned，couldseeonlyhisshouldersandthebackofhisskull；buthehadnodifficultyinrecognizingthatbaldhead，whichnaturehadprovidedwithaneternaltonsure，asthoughdesirousofmarking，bythisexternalsymbol，thearchdeacon’sirresistibleclericalvocation。
Jehanaccordinglyrecognizedhisbrother；butthedoorhadbeenopenedsosoftly，thatnothingwarnedDomClaudeofhispresence。Theinquisitivescholartookadvantageofthiscircumstancetoexaminethecellforafewmomentsathisleisure。Alargefurnace，whichhehadnotatfirstobserved，stoodtotheleftofthearm-chair，beneaththewindow。Therayoflightwhichpenetratedthroughthisaperturemadeitswaythroughaspider’scircularweb，whichtastefullyinscribeditsdelicateroseinthearchofthewindow，andinthecentreofwhichtheinsectarchitecthungmotionless，likethehubofthiswheeloflace。Uponthefurnacewereaccumulatedindisorder，allsortsofvases，earthenwarebottles，glassretorts，andmattressesofcharcoal。Jehanobserved，withasigh，thattherewasnofrying-pan。"Howcoldthekitchenutensilsare！"hesaidtohimself。
Infact，therewasnofireinthefurnace，anditseemedasthoughnonehadbeenlightedforalongtime。Aglassmask，whichJehannoticedamongtheutensilsofalchemy，andwhichservednodoubt，toprotectthearchdeacon’sfacewhenhewasworkingoversomesubstancetobedreaded，layinonecornercoveredwithdustandapparentlyforgotten。Besideitlayapairofbellowsnolessdusty，theuppersideofwhichborethisinscriptionincrustedincopperletters:SPIRASPERA。
Otherinscriptionswerewritten，inaccordancewiththefashionofthehermetics，ingreatnumbersonthewalls；sometracedwithink，othersengravedwithametalpoint。Therewere，moreover，Gothicletters，Hebrewletters，Greekletters，andRomanletters，pell-mell；theinscriptionsoverflowedathaphazard，ontopofeachother，themorerecenteffacingthemoreancient，andallentangledwitheachother，likethebranchesinathicket，likepikesinanaffray。Itwas，infact，astrangelyconfusedminglingofallhumanphilosophies，allreveries，allhumanwisdom。Hereandthereoneshoneoutfromamongtherestlikeabanneramonglanceheads。
Generally，itwasabriefGreekorRomandevice，suchastheMiddleAgesknewsowellhowtoformulate——~Unde？Inde？——Homohominimonstrurn-Ast’ra，castra，nomen，numen——MeyaBibklov，ueyaxaxov——Sapereaude。Fiatubivult~——etc。；sometimesaworddevoidofallapparentsense，~Avayxoqpayia~，whichpossiblycontainedabitterallusiontotheregimeofthecloister；sometimesasimplemaximofclericaldisciplineformulatedinaregularhexameter~Coelestemdominumterrestremdicitedominum~。TherewasalsoHebrewjargon，ofwhichJehan，whoasyetknewbutlittleGreek，understoodnothing；
andallweretraversedineverydirectionbystars，byfiguresofmenoranimals，andbyintersectingtriangles；andthiscontributednotalittletomakethescrawledwallofthecellresembleasheetofpaperoverwhichamonkeyhaddrawnbackandforthapenfilledwithink。
Thewholechamber，moreover，presentedageneralaspectofabandonmentanddilapidation；andthebadstateoftheutensilsinducedthesuppositionthattheirownerhadlongbeendistractedfromhislaborsbyotherpreoccupations。
Meanwhile，thismaster，bentoveravastmanuscript，ornamentedwithfantasticalillustrations，appearedtobetormentedbyanideawhichincessantlymingledwithhismeditations。ThatatleastwasJehan’sidea，whenheheardhimexclaim，withthethoughtfulbreaksofadreamerthinkingaloud，——
"Yes，Manousaidit，andZoroastertaughtit！thesunisbornfromfire，themoonfromthesun；fireisthesouloftheuniverse；itselementaryatomspourforthandflowincessantlyupontheworldthroughinfinitechannels！Atthepointwherethesecurrentsintersecteachotherintheheavens，theyproducelight；attheirpointsofintersectiononearth，theyproducegold。Light，gold；thesamething！
Fromfiretotheconcretestate。Thedifferencebetweenthevisibleandthepalpable，betweenthefluidandthesolidinthesamesubstance，betweenwaterandice，nothingmore。
Thesearenodreams；itisthegenerallawofnature。Butwhatisonetodoinordertoextractfromsciencethesecretofthisgenerallaw？What！thislightwhichinundatesmyhandisgold！Thesesameatomsdilatedinaccordancewithacertainlawneedonlybecondensedinaccordancewithanotherlaw。Howisittobedone？Somehavefanciedbyburyingarayofsunlight，Averro？s，——yes，’tisAverro？s，——
Averro？sburiedoneunderthefirstpillarontheleftofthesanctuaryoftheKoran，inthegreatMahometanmosqueofCordova；butthevaultcannotheopenedforthepurposeofascertainingwhethertheoperationhassucceeded，untilafterthelapseofeightthousandyears。
"Thedevil！"saidJehan，tohimself，"’tisalongwhiletowaitforacrown！"
"Othershavethought，"continuedthedreamyarchdeacon，"thatitwouldbebetterworthwhiletooperateuponarayofSirius。But’tisexceedinghardtoobtainthisraypure，becauseofthesimultaneouspresenceofotherstarswhoseraysminglewithit。Flamelesteemeditmoresimpletooperateuponterrestrialfire。Flamel！there’spredestinationinthename！~Flamma~！yes，fire。Allliesthere。Thediamondiscontainedinthecarbon，goldisinthefire。Buthowtoextractit？Magistriaffirmsthattherearecertainfemininenames，whichpossessacharmsosweetandmysterious，thatitsufficestopronouncethemduringtheoperation。LetusreadwhatManonsaysonthematter:’Wherewomenarehonored，thedivinitiesarerejoiced；wheretheyaredespised，itisuselesstopraytoGod。Themouthofawomanisconstantlypure；itisarunningwater，itisarayofsunlight。Thenameofawomanshouldbeagreeable，sweet，fanciful；itshouldendinlongvowels，andresemblewordsofbenediction。’Yes，thesageisright；intruth，Maria，Sophia，laEsmeral——Damnation！alwaysthatthought！"
Andheclosedthebookviolently。
Hepassedhishandoverhisbrow，asthoughtobrushawaytheideawhichassailedhim；thenhetookfromthetableanailandasmallhammer，whosehandlewascuriouslypaintedwithcabalisticletters。
"Forsometime，"hesaidwithabittersmile，"Ihavefailedinallmyexperiments！onefixedideapossessesme，andsearsmybrainlikefire。IhavenotevenbeenabletodiscoverthesecretofCassiodorus，whoselampburnedwithoutwickandwithoutoil。Asimplematter，nevertheless——"
"Thedeuce！"mutteredJehaninhisbeard。
"Hence，"continuedthepriest，"onewretchedthoughtissufficienttorenderamanweakandbesidehimself！Oh！
howClaudePernellewouldlaughatme。ShewhocouldnotturnNicholasFlamelaside，foronemoment，fromhispursuitofthegreatwork！What！IholdinmyhandthemagichammerofZéchiélé！ateveryblowdealtbytheformidablerabbi，fromthedepthsofhiscell，uponthisnail，thatoneofhisenemieswhomhehadcondemned，wereheathousandleaguesaway，wasburiedacubitdeepintheearthwhichswallowedhim。TheKingofFrancehimself，inconsequenceofoncehavinginconsideratelyknockedatthedoorofthethermaturgist，sanktothekneesthroughthepavementofhisownParis。Thistookplacethreecenturiesago。Well！
Ipossessthehammerandthenail，andinmyhandstheyareutensilsnomoreformidablethanaclubinthehandsofamakerofedgetools。AndyetallthatisrequiredistofindthemagicwordwhichZéchiélépronouncedwhenhestruckhisnail。"
"Whatnonsense！"thoughtJehan。
"Letussee，letustry！"resumedthearchdeaconbriskly。
"WereItosucceed，Ishouldbeholdthebluesparkflashfromtheheadofthenail。Emen-Hétan！Emen-Hétan！
That’snotit。Sigéani！Sigéani！MaythisnailopenthetombtoanyonewhobearsthenameofPhoebus！Acurseuponit！Alwaysandeternallythesameidea！"
Andheflungawaythehammerinarage。Thenhesankdownsodeeplyonthearm-chairandthetable，thatJehanlosthimfromviewbehindthegreatpileofmanuscripts。Forthespaceofseveralminutes，allthathesawwashisfistconvulsivelyclenchedonabook。Suddenly，DomClaudesprangup，seizedacompassandengravedinsilenceuponthewallincapitalletters，thisGreekword~ANArKH~。
"Mybrotherismad，"saidJehantohimself；"itwouldhavebeenfarmoresimpletowrite~Fatum~，everyoneisnotobligedtoknowGreek。"
Thearchdeaconreturnedandseatedhimselfinhisarmchair，andplacedhisheadonbothhishands，asasickmandoes，whoseheadisheavyandburning。
Thestudentwatchedhisbrotherwithsurprise。Hedidnotknow，hewhoworehisheartonhissleeve，hewhoobservedonlythegoodoldlawofNatureintheworld，hewhoallowedhispassionstofollowtheirinclinations，andinwhomthelakeofgreatemotionswasalwaysdry，sofreelydidheletitoffeachdaybyfreshdrains，——hedidnotknowwithwhatfurytheseaofhumanpassionsfermentsandboilswhenallegressisdeniedtoit，howitaccumulates，howitswells，howitoverflows，howithollowsouttheheart；howitbreaksininwardsobs，anddullconvulsions，untilithasrentitsdikesandburstitsbed。TheaustereandglacialenvelopeofClaudeFrollo，thatcoldsurfaceofsteepandinaccessiblevirtue，hadalwaysdeceivedJehan。Themerryscholarhadneverdreamedthattherewasboilinglava，furiousandprofound，beneaththesnowybrowofAEtna。
Wedonotknowwhetherhesuddenlybecameconsciousofthesethings；but，giddyashewas，heunderstoodthathehadseenwhatheoughtnottohaveseen，thathehadjustsurprisedthesoulofhiselderbrotherinoneofitsmostsecretaltitudes，andthatClaudemustnotbeallowedtoknowit。
Seeingthatthearchdeaconhadfallenbackintohisformerimmobility，hewithdrewhisheadverysoftly，andmadesomenoisewithhisfeetoutsidethedoor，likeapersonwhohasjustarrivedandisgivingwarningofhisapproach。
"Enter！"criedthearchdeacon，fromtheinteriorofhiscell；"Iwasexpectingyou。Ileftthedoorunlockedexpressly；enterMasterJacques！"
Thescholarenteredboldly。Thearchdeacon，whowasverymuchembarrassedbysuchavisitinsuchaplace，trembledinhisarm-chair。"What！’tisyou，Jehan？"
"’TisaJ，allthesame，"saidthescholar，withhisruddy，merry，andaudaciousface。
DomClaude’svisagehadresumeditssevereexpression。
"Whatareyoucomefor？"
"Brother，"repliedthescholar，makinganefforttoassumeadecent，pitiful，andmodestmien，andtwirlinghiscapinhishandswithaninnocentair；"Iamcometoaskofyou——"
"What？"
"Alittlelectureonmorality，ofwhichIstandgreatlyinneed，"Jehandidnotdaretoaddaloud，——"andalittlemoneyofwhichIaminstillgreaterneed。"Thislastmemberofhisphraseremainedunuttered。
"Monsieur，"saidthearchdeacon，inacoldtone，"Iamgreatlydispleasedwithyou。"
"Alas！"sighedthescholar。
DomClaudemadehisarm-chairdescribeaquartercircle，andgazedintentlyatJehan。
"Iamverygladtoseeyou。"
Thiswasaformidableexordium。Jehanbracedhimselfforaroughencounter。
"Jehan，complaintsarebroughtmeaboutyoueveryday。
Whataffraywasthatinwhichyoubruisedwithacudgelalittlevicomte，AlbertdeRamonchamp？"
"Oh！"saidJehan，"avastthingthat！Amaliciouspageamusedhimselfbysplashingthescholars，bymakinghishorsegallopthroughthemire！"
"Who，"pursuedthearchdeacon，"isthatMahietFargel，whosegownyouhavetorn？~Tunicamdechiraverunt~，saiththecomplaint。"
"Ahbah！awretchedcapofaMontaigu！Isn’tthatit？"
"Thecomplaintsays~tunicam~andnot~cappettam~。DoyouknowLatin？"
Jehandidnotreply。
"Yes，"pursuedthepriestshakinghishead，"thatisthestateoflearningandlettersatthepresentday。TheLatintongueishardlyunderstood，Syriacisunknown，Greeksoodiousthat’tisaccountednoignoranceinthemostlearnedtoskipaGreekwordwithoutreadingit，andtosay，’~Groecumestnonlegitur~。’"
Thescholarraisedhiseyesboldly。"Monsieurmybrother，dothitpleaseyouthatIshallexplainingoodFrenchvernacularthatGreekwordwhichiswrittenyonderonthewall？"
"Whatword？"
"’~ANArKH~。"
Aslightflushspreadoverthecheeksofthepriestwiththeirhighbones，likethepuffofsmokewhichannouncesontheoutsidethesecretcommotionsofavolcano。Thestudenthardlynoticedit。
"Well，Jehan，"stammeredtheelderbrotherwithaneffort，"Whatisthemeaningofyonderword？"
"FATE。"
DomClaudeturnedpaleagain，andthescholarpursuedcarelessly。
"Andthatwordbelowit，gravedbythesamehand，’~Ayáyvela~，signifies’impurity。’YouseethatpeopledoknowtheirGreek。"
Andthearchdeaconremainedsilent。ThisGreeklessonhadrenderedhimthoughtful。
MasterJehan，whopossessedalltheartfulwaysofaspoiledchild，judgedthatthemomentwasafavorableoneinwhichtoriskhisrequest。Accordingly，heassumedanextremelysofttoneandbegan，——
"Mygoodbrother，doyouhatemetosuchadegreeastolooksavagelyuponmebecauseofafewmischievouscuffsandblowsdistributedinafairwartoapackofladsandbrats，~quibusdammarmosetis~？Yousee，goodBrotherClaude，thatpeopleknowtheirLatin。"
Butallthiscaressinghypocrisydidnothaveitsusualeffectonthesevereelderbrother。Cerberusdidnotbiteatthehoneycake。Thearchdeacon’sbrowdidnotloseasinglewrinkle。
"Whatareyoudrivingat？"hesaiddryly。
"Well，inpointoffact，this！"repliedJehanbravely，"Istandinneedofmoney。"
Atthisaudaciousdeclaration，thearchdeacon’svisageassumedathoroughlypedagogicalandpaternalexpression。
"Youknow，MonsieurJehan，thatourfiefofTirecbappe，puttingthedirecttaxesandtherentsofthenineandtwentyhousesinablock，yieldsonlynineandthirtylivres，elevensous，sixdeniers，Parisian。ItisonehalfmorethaninthetimeofthebrothersPaclet，butitisnotmuch。"
"Ineedmoney，"saidJehanstoically。
"Youknowthattheofficialhasdecidedthatourtwenty-onehousesshouldhemovedfullintothefiefoftheBishopric，andthatwecouldredeemthishomageonlybypayingthereverendbishoptwomarksofsilvergiltofthepriceofsixlivresparisis。Now，thesetwomarksIhavenotyetbeenabletogettogether。Youknowit。"
"IknowthatIstandinneedofmoney，"repeatedJehanforthethirdtime。
"Andwhatareyougoingtodowithit？"
ThisquestioncausedaflashofhopetogleambeforeJehan’seyes。Heresumedhisdainty，caressingair。
"Stay，dearBrotherClaude，Ishouldnotcometoyou，withanyevilmotive。Thereisnointentionofcuttingadashinthetavernswithyourunzains，andofstruttingaboutthestreetsofParisinacaparisonofgoldbrocade，withalackey，~cummeolaquasio~。No，brother，’tisforagoodwork。"
"Whatgoodwork？"demandedClaude，somewhatsurprised。
"TwoofmyfriendswishtopurchaseanoutfitfortheinfantofapoorHaudriettewidow。Itisacharity。Itwillcostthreeforms，andIshouldliketocontributetoit。"
"Whatarenamesofyourtwofriends？"
"Pierrel’AssommeurandBaptisteCroque-Oison*。"
*PetertheSlaughterer；andBaptistCrack-Gosling。
"Hum，"saidthearchdeacon；"thosearenamesasfitforagoodworkasacatapultforthechiefaltar。"