CHAPTERV。
THEKEYTOTHEREDDOOR。
Inthemeantime，publicminorhadinformedthearchdeaconofthemiraculousmannerinwhichthegypsyhadbeensaved。Whenhelearnedit，heknewnotwhathissensationswere。HehadreconciledhimselftolaEsmeralda’sdeath。
Inthatmatterhewastranquil；hehadreachedthebottomofpersonalsuffering。ThehumanheartDoraClaudehadmeditateduponthesematterscancontainonlyacertainquantityofdespair。Whenthespongeissaturated，theseamaypassoveritwithoutcausingasingledropmoretoenterit。
Now，withlaEsmeraldadead，thespongewassoaked，allwasatanendonthisearthforDomClaude。Buttofeelthatshewasalive，andPhoebusalso，meantthattortures，shocks，alternatives，life，werebeginningagain。AndClaudewaswearyofallthis。
Whenheheardthisnews，heshuthimselfinhiscellinthecloister。Heappearedneitheratthemeetingsofthechapternorattheservices。Heclosedhisdooragainstall，evenagainstthebishop。Heremainedthusimmuredforseveralweeks。Hewasbelievedtobeill。Andsohewas，infact。
Whatdidhedowhilethusshutup？Withwhatthoughtswastheunfortunatemancontending？Washegivingfinalbattletohisformidablepassion？Washeconcoctingafinalplanofdeathforherandofperditionforhimself？
HisJehan，hischerishedbrother，hisspoiledchild，cameoncetohisdoor，knocked，swore，entreated，gavehisnamehalfascoreoftimes。Claudedidnotopen。
Hepassedwholedayswithhisfaceclosetothepanesofhiswindow。Fromthatwindow，situatedinthecloister，hecouldseelaEsmeralda’schamber。Heoftensawherselfwithhergoat，sometimeswithQuasimodo。Heremarkedthelittleattentionsoftheuglydeafman，hisobedience，hisdelicateandsubmissivewayswiththegypsy。Herecalled，forhehadagoodmemory，andmemoryisthetormentorofthejealous，herecalledthesingularlookofthebellringer，bentonthedanceruponacertainevening。HeaskedhimselfwhatmotivecouldhaveimpelledQuasimodotosaveher。
Hewasthewitnessofathousandlittlescenesbetweenthegypsyandthedeafman，thepantomimeofwhich，viewedfromafarandcommentedonbyhispassion，appearedverytendertohim。Hedistrustedthecapriciousnessofwomen。
Thenhefeltajealousywhichbecouldneverhavebelievedpossibleawakeningwithinhim，ajealousywhichmadehimreddenwithshameandindignation:\"Onemightcondonethecaptain，butthisone！\"Thisthoughtupsethim。
Hisnightswerefrightful。Assoonashelearnedthatthegypsywasalive，thecoldideasofspectreandtombwhichhadpersecutedhimforawholedayvanished，andthefleshreturnedtogoadhim。Heturnedandtwistedonhiscouchatthethoughtthatthedark-skinnedmaidenwassonearhim。
EverynighthisdeliriousimaginationrepresentedlaEsmeraldatohiminalltheattitudeswhichhadcausedhisbloodtoboilmost。Hebeheldheroutstretchedupontheponiardedcaptain，hereyesclosed，herbeautifulbarethroatcoveredwithPhoebus’sblood，atthatmomentofblisswhenthearchdeaconhadimprintedonherpalelipsthatkisswhoseburntheunhappygirl，thoughhalfdead，hadfelt。Hebeheldher，again，strippedbythesavagehandsofthetorturers，allowingthemtobareandtoencloseinthebootwithitsironscrew，hertinyfoot，herdelicateroundedleg，herwhiteandsuppleknee。
AgainhebeheldthativorykneewhichaloneremainedoutsideofTorterue’shorribleapparatus。Lastly，hepicturedtheyounggirlinhershift，withtheropeaboutherneck，shouldersbare，feetbare，almostnude，ashehadseenheronthatlastday。Theseimagesofvoluptuousnessmadehimclenchhisfists，andashiverrunalonghisspine。
Onenight，amongothers，theyheatedsocruellyhisvirginandpriestlyblood，thathebithispillow，leapedfromhisbed，flungonasurpliceoverhisshirt，andlefthiscell，lampinhand，halfnaked，wild，hiseyesaflame。
Heknewwheretofindthekeytothereddoor，whichconnectedthecloisterwiththechurch，andhealwayshadabouthim，asthereaderknows，thekeyofthestaircaseleadingtothetowers。
CHAPTERVI。
CONTINUATIONOFTHEKEYTOTHEREDDOOR。
Thatnight，laEsmeraldahadfallenasleepinhercell，fullofoblivion，ofhope，andofsweetthoughts。Shehadalreadybeenasleepforsometime，dreamingasalways，ofPhoebus，whenitseemedtoherthatsheheardanoisenearher。Shesleptlightlyanduneasily，thesleepofabird；amerenothingwakedher。Sheopenedhereyes。Thenightwasverydark。
Nevertheless，shesawafiguregazingatherthroughthewindow；alamplightedupthisapparition。ThemomentthatthefiguresawthatlaEsmeraldahadperceivedit，itblewoutthelamp。Buttheyounggirlhadhadtimetocatchaglimpseofit；hereyesclosedagainwithterror。
\"Oh！\"shesaidinafaintvoice，\"thepriest！\"
Allherpastunhappinesscamebacktoherlikeaflashoflightning。Shefellbackonherbed，chilled。
Amomentlatershefeltatouchalongherbodywhichmadehershuddersothatshestraightenedherselfupinasittingposture，wideawakeandfurious。
Thepriesthadjustslippedinbesideher。Heencircledherwithbotharms。
Shetriedtoscreamandcouldnot。
\"Begone，monster！begoneassassin！\"shesaid，inavoicewhichwaslowandtremblingwithwrathandterror。
\"Mercy！mercy！\"murmuredthepriest，pressinghislipstohershoulder。
Sheseizedhisbaldheadbyitsremnantofhairandtriedtothrustasidehiskissesasthoughtheyhadbeenbites。
\"Mercy！\"repeatedtheunfortunateman。\"Ifyoubutknewwhatmyloveforyouis！’Tisfire，meltedlead，athousanddaggersinmyheart。\"
Shestoppedhistwoarmswithsuperhumanforce。
\"Letmego，\"shesaid，\"orIwillspitinyourface！\"
Hereleasedher。\"Vilifyme，strikeme，bemalicious！Dowhatyouwill！Buthavemercy！loveme！\"
Thenshestruckhimwiththefuryofachild。Shemadeherbeautifulhandsstifftobruisehisface。\"Begone，demon！\"
\"Loveme！lovemepity！\"criedthepoorpriestreturningherblowswithcaresses。
Allatonceshefelthimstrongerthanherself。
\"Theremustbeanendtothis！\"hesaid，gnashinghisteeth。
Shewasconquered，palpitatinginhisarms，andinhispower。Shefeltawantonhandstrayingoverher。Shemadealasteffort，andbegantocry:\"Help！Help！Avampire！
avampire！\"
Nothingcame。Djalialonewasawakeandbleatingwithanguish。
\"Hush！\"saidthepantingpriest。
Allatonce，asshestruggledandcrawledonthefloor，thegypsy’shandcameincontactwithsomethingcoldandmetal-
lic-itwasQuasimodo’swhistle。Sheseizeditwithaconvulsivehope，raisedittoherlipsandblewwithallthestrengththatshehadleft。Thewhistlegaveaclear，piercingsound。
\"Whatisthat？\"saidthepriest。
Almostatthesameinstanthefelthimselfraisedbyavigorousarm。Thecellwasdark；hecouldnotdistinguishclearlywhoitwasthatheldhimthus；butheheardteethchatteringwithrage，andtherewasjustsufficientlightscatteredamongthegloomtoallowhimtoseeabovehisheadthebladeofalargeknife。
ThepriestfanciedthatheperceivedtheformofQuasimodo。
Heassumedthatitcouldbenoonebuthe。Herememberedtohavestumbled，asheentered，overabundlewhichwasstretchedacrossthedoorontheoutside。But，asthenewcomerdidnotutteraword，heknewnotwhattothink。Heflunghimselfonthearmwhichheldtheknife，crying:
\"Quasimodo！\"Heforgot，atthatmomentofdistress，thatQuasimodowasdeaf。
Inatwinkling，thepriestwasoverthrownandaleadenkneerestedonhisbreast。
FromtheangularimprintofthatkneeherecognizedQuasimodo；butwhatwastobedone？howcouldhemaketheotherrecognizehim？thedarknessrenderedthedeafmanblind。
Hewaslost。Theyounggirl，pitilessasanenragedtigress，didnotintervenetosavehim。Theknifewasapproachinghishead；themomentwascritical。Allatonce，hisadversaryseemedstrickenwithhesitation。
\"Nobloodonher！\"hesaidinadullvoice。
Itwas，infact，Quasimodo’svoice。
Thenthepriestfeltalargehanddragginghimfeetfirstoutofthecell；itwastherethathewastodie。Fortunatelyforhim，themoonhadrisenafewmomentsbefore。
Whentheyhadpassedthroughthedoorofthecell，itspaleraysfelluponthepriest’scountenance。Quasimodolookedhimfullintheface，atremblingseizedhim，andhereleasedthepriestandshrankback。
Thegypsy，whohadadvancedtothethresholdofhercell，beheldwithsurprisetheirrolesabruptlychanged。Itwasnowthepriestwhomenaced，Quasimodowhowasthesuppliant。
Thepriest，whowasoverwhelmingthedeafmanwithgesturesofwrathandreproach，madethelatteraviolentsigntoretire。
Thedeafmandroppedhishead，thenhecameandkneltatthegypsy’sdoor，——\"Monseigneur，\"hesaid，inagraveandresignedvoice，\"youshalldoallthatyoupleaseafterwards，butkillmefirst。\"
Sosaying，hepresentedhisknifetothepriest。Thepriest，besidehimself，wasabouttoseizeit。Buttheyounggirlwasquickerthanbe；shewrenchedtheknifefromQuasimodo’shandsandburstintoafranticlaugh，——\"Approach，\"shesaidtothepriest。
Sheheldthebladehigh。Thepriestremainedundecided。
Shewouldcertainlyhavestruckhim。
Thensheaddedwithapitilessexpression，wellawarethatshewasabouttopiercethepriest’sheartwiththousandsofred-hotirons，——
\"Ah！IknowthatPhoebusisnotdead！
ThepriestoverturnedQuasimodoonthefloorwithakick，and，quiveringwithrage，dartedbackunderthevaultofthestaircase。
Whenhewasgone，Quasimodopickedupthewhistlewhichhadjustsavedthegypsy。
\"Itwasgettingrusty，\"hesaid，ashehandeditbacktoher；
thenheleftheralone。
Theyounggirl，deeplyagitatedbythisviolentscene，fellbackexhaustedonherbed，andbegantosobandweep。Herhorizonwasbecominggloomyoncemore。
Thepriesthadgropedhiswaybacktohiscell。
Itwassettled。DomClaudewasjealousofQuasimodo！
Herepeatedwithathoughtfulairhisfatalwords:\"Nooneshallhaveher。\"
BOOKTENTH。
CHAPTERI。
GRINGOIREHASMANYGOODIDEASINSUCCESSION——RUEDESBERNARDINS。
AssoonasPierreGringoirehadseenhowthiswholeaffairwasturning，andthattherewoulddecidedlybetherope，hanging，andotherdisagreeablethingsfortheprincipalpersonagesinthiscomedy，hehadnotcaredtoidentifyhimselfwiththematterfurther。Theoutcastswithwhomhehadremained，reflectingthat，afterall，itwasthebestcompanyinParis，——theoutcastshadcontinuedtointerestthemselvesinbehalfofthegypsy。Hehadthoughtitverysimpleonthepartofpeoplewhohad，likeherself，nothingelseinprospectbutCharmolueandTorterue，andwho，unlikehimself，didnotgallopthroughtheregionsofimaginationbetweenthewingsofPegasus。Fromtheirremarks，hehadlearnedthathiswifeofthebrokencrockhadtakenrefugeinNotre-Dame，andhewasverygladofit。Buthefeltnotemptationtogoandseeherthere。Hemeditatedoccasionallyonthelittlegoat，andthatwasall。Moreover，hewasbusyexecutingfeatsofstrengthduringthedayforhisliving，andatnighthewasengagedincomposingamemorialagainsttheBishopofParis，forherememberedhavingbeendrenchedbythewheelsofhismills，andhecherishedagrudgeagainsthimforit。HealsooccupiedhimselfwithannotatingthefineworkofBaudry-le-
Rouge，BishopofNoyonandTournay，_DeCupaPetrarum_，whichhadgivenhimaviolentpassionforarchitecture，aninclinationwhichhadreplacedinhishearthispassionforhermeticism，ofwhichitwas，moreover，onlyanaturalcorollary，sincethereisanintimaterelationbetweenhermeticismandmasonry。Gringoirehadpassedfromtheloveofanideatotheloveoftheformofthatidea。
OnedayhehadhaltednearSaintGermain-l’Auxerrois，atthecornerofamansioncalled\"For-l’Evêque\"theBishop’sTribunal，whichstoodoppositeanothercalled\"For-le-Roi\"
theKing’sTribunal。AtthisFor-l’Evêque，therewasacharmingchapelofthefourteenthcentury，whoseapsewasonthestreet。Gringoirewasdevoutlyexaminingitsexteriorsculptures。Hewasinoneofthosemomentsofegotistical，exclusive，supreme，enjoymentwhentheartistbeholdsnothingintheworldbutart，andtheworldinart。Allatoncehefeelsahandlaidgravelyonhisshoulder。Heturnsround。
Itwashisoldfriend，hisformermaster，monsieurthearchdeacon。
Hewasstupefied。Itwasalongtimesincehehadseenthearchdeacon，andDomClaudewasoneofthosesolemnandimpassionedmen，ameetingwithwhomalwaysupsetstheequilibriumofascepticalphilosopher。
Thearchdeaconmaintainedsilenceforseveralminutes，duringwhichGringoirehadtimetoobservehim。HefoundDomClaudegreatlychanged；paleasawinter’smorning，withholloweyes，andhairalmostwhite。Thepriestbrokethesilenceatlength，bysaying，inatranquilbutglacialtone，——
\"Howdoyoudo，MasterPierre？\"
\"Myhealth？\"repliedGringoire。\"Eh！eh！onecansaybothonethingandanotheronthatscore。Still，itisgood，onthewhole。Itakenottoomuchofanything。Youknow，master，thatthesecretofkeepingwell，accordingtoHippocrates；~idest:
cibi，potus，somni，venus，omniamoderatasint~。\"
\"Soyouhavenocare，MasterPierre？\"resumedthearchdeacon，gazingintentlyatGringoire。
\"None，i’faith！\"
\"Andwhatareyoudoingnow？\"
\"Yousee，master。Iamexaminingthechisellingofthesestones，andthemannerinwhichyonderbas-reliefisthrownout。\"
Thepriestbegantosmilewiththatbittersmilewhichraisesonlyonecornerofthemouth。
\"Andthatamusesyou？\"
\"’Tisparadise！\"exclaimedGringoire。Andleaningoverthesculptureswiththefascinatedairofademonstratoroflivingphenomena:\"Doyounotthink，forinstance，thatyonmetamorphosisinbas-reliefisexecutedwithmuchadroitness，delicacyandpatience？Observethatslendercolumn。Aroundwhatcapitalhaveyouseenfoliagemoretenderandbettercaressedbythechisel。HerearethreeraisedbossesofJeanMaillevin。Theyarenotthefinestworksofthisgreatmaster。
Nevertheless，thenaivete，thesweetnessofthefaces，thegayetyoftheattitudesanddraperies，andthatinexplicablecharmwhichismingledwithallthedefects，renderthelittlefiguresverydivertinganddelicate，perchance，eventoomuchso。Youthinkthatitisnotdiverting？\"
\"Yes，certainly！\"saidthepriest。
\"Andifyouweretoseetheinteriorofthechapel！\"resumedthepoet，withhisgarrulousenthusiasm。\"Carvingseverywhere。
’Tisasthicklyclusteredastheheadofacabbage！Theapseisofaverydevout，andsopeculiarafashionthatIhaveneverbeheldanythinglikeitelsewhere！\"
DomClaudeinterruptedhim，——
\"Youarehappy，then？\"
Gringoirerepliedwarmly；——
\"Onmyhonor，yes！FirstIlovedwomen，thenanimals。
NowIlovestones。Theyarequiteasamusingaswomenandanimals，andlesstreacherous。\"
Thepriestlaidhishandonhisbrow。Itwashishabitualgesture。
\"Really？\"
\"Stay！\"saidGringoire，\"onehasone’spleasures！\"Hetookthearmofthepriest，wholethimhavehisway，andmadehimenterthestaircaseturretofFor-l’Evêque。\"Hereisastaircase！everytimethatIseeitIamhappy。ItisofthesimplestandrarestmannerofstepsinParis。Allthestepsarebevelledunderneath。Itsbeautyandsimplicityconsistintheinterspacingofboth，beingafootormorewide，whichareinterlaced，interlocked，fittedtogether，enchainedenchased，interlinedoneuponanother，andbiteintoeachotherinamannerthatistrulyfirmandgraceful。\"
\"Andyoudesirenothing？\"
\"No。\"
\"Andyouregretnothing？\"
\"Neitherregretnordesire。Ihavearrangedmymodeoflife。\"
\"Whatmenarrange，\"saidClaude，\"thingsdisarrange。\"
\"IamaPyrrhonianphilosopher，\"repliedGringoire，\"andI
holdallthingsinequilibrium。\"
\"Andhowdoyouearnyourliving？\"
\"Istillmakeepicsandtragediesnowandthen；butthatwhichbringsmeinmostistheindustrywithwhichyouareacquainted，master；carryingpyramidsofchairsinmyteeth。\"
\"Thetradeisbutaroughoneforaphilosopher。\"
\"’Tisstillequilibrium，\"saidGringoire。\"Whenonehasanidea，oneencountersitineverything。\"
\"Iknowthat，\"repliedthearchdeacon。
Afterasilence，thepriestresumed，——
\"Youare，nevertheless，tolerablypoor？\"
\"Poor，yes；unhappy，no。\"
Atthatmoment，atramplingofhorseswasheard，andourtwointerlocutorsbehelddefilingattheendofthestreet，acompanyoftheking’sunattachedarchers，theirlancesbornehigh，anofficerattheirhead。Thecavalcadewasbrilliant，anditsmarchresoundedonthepavement。
\"Howyougazeatthatofficer！\"saidGringoire，tothearchdeacon。
\"BecauseIthinkIrecognizehim。\"
\"Whatdoyoucallhim？\"
\"Ithink，\"saidClaude，\"thathisnameisPhoebusdeChateaupers。\"
\"Phoebus！Acuriousname！ThereisalsoaPhoebus，ComtedeFoix。IrememberhavingknownawenchwhosworeonlybythenameofPhoebus。\"
\"Comeawayfromhere，\"saidthepriest。\"Ihavesomethingtosaytoyou。\"
Fromthemomentofthattroop’spassing，someagitationhadpiercedthroughthearchdeacon’sglacialenvelope。Hewalkedon。Gringoirefollowedhim，beingaccustomedtoobeyhim，likeallwhohadonceapproachedthatmansofullofascendency。TheyreachedinsilencetheRuedesBernardins，whichwasnearlydeserted。HereDomClaudepaused。
\"Whathaveyoutosaytome，master？\"Gringoireaskedhim。
\"Doyounotthinkthatthedressofthosecavalierswhomwehavejustseenisfarhandsomerthanyoursandmine？\"
Gringoiretossedhishead。
\"I’faith！Ilovebettermyredandyellowjerkin，thanthosescalesofironandsteel。Afinepleasuretoproduce，whenyouwalk，thesamenoiseastheQuayofOldIron，inanearthquake！\"
\"So，Gringoire，youhavenevercherishedenvyforthosehandsomefellowsintheirmilitarydoublets？\"
\"Envyforwhat，monsieurthearchdeacon？theirstrength，theirarmor，theirdiscipline？Betterphilosophyandindependenceinrags。Iprefertobetheheadofaflyratherthanthetailofalion。\"
\"Thatissingular，\"saidthepriestdreamily。\"Yetahandsomeuniformisabeautifulthing。\"
Gringoire，perceivingthathewasinapensivemood，quittedhimtogoandadmiretheporchofaneighboringhouse。Hecamebackclappinghishands。
\"Ifyouwerelessengrossedwiththefineclothesofmenofwar，monsieurthearchdeacon，Iwouldentreatyoutocomeandseethisdoor。IhavealwayssaidthatthehouseoftheSieurAubryhadthemostsuperbentranceintheworld。\"
\"PierreGringoire，\"saidthearchdeacon，\"Whathaveyoudonewiththatlittlegypsydancer？\"
\"LaEsmeralda？Youchangetheconversationveryabruptly。\"
\"Wasshenotyourwife？\"
\"Yes，byvirtueofabrokencrock。Weweretohavefouryearsofit。Bytheway，\"addedGringoire，lookingatthearchdeaconinahalfbanteringway，\"areyoustillthinkingofher？\"
\"Andyouthinkofhernolonger？\"
\"Verylittle。Ihavesomanythings。Goodheavens，howprettythatlittlegoatwas！\"
\"Hadshenotsavedyourlife？\"
\"’Tistrue，pardieu！\"
\"Well，whathasbecomeofher？Whathaveyoudonewithher？\"
\"Icannottellyou。Ibelievethattheyhavehangedher。\"
\"Youbelieveso？\"
\"Iamnotsure。WhenIsawthattheywantedtohangpeople，Iretiredfromthegame。\"
\"Thatisallyouknowofit？\"
\"Waitabit。IwastoldthatshehadtakenrefugeinNotre-Dame，andthatshewassafethere，andIamdelightedtohearit，andIhavenotbeenabletodiscoverwhetherthegoatwassavedwithher，andthatisallIknow。\"
\"Iwilltellyoumore，\"criedDomClaude；andhisvoice，hithertolow，slow，andalmostindistinct，turnedtothunder。
\"Shehasinfact，takenrefugeinNotre-Dame。Butinthreedaysjusticewillreclaimher，andshewillbehangedontheGrève。Thereisadecreeofparliament。\"
\"That’sannoying，\"saidGringoire。
Thepriest，inaninstant，becamecoldandcalmagain。
\"Andwhothedevil，\"resumedthepoet，\"hasamusedhimselfwithsolicitingadecreeofreintegration？Whycouldn’ttheyleaveparliamentinpeace？WhatharmdoesitdoifapoorgirltakesshelterundertheflyingbuttressesofNotre-
Dame，besidetheswallows’nests？\"
\"Therearesatansinthisworld，\"remarkedthearchdeacon。
\"’Tisdevilishbadlydone，\"observedGringoire。
Thearchdeaconresumedafterasilence，——
\"So，shesavedyourlife？\"
\"Amongmygoodfriendstheoutcasts。AlittlemoreoralittlelessandIshouldhavebeenhanged。Theywouldhavebeensorryforitto-day。\"
\"Wouldnotyouliketodosomethingforher？\"
\"Iasknothingbetter，DomClaude；butwhatifIentanglemyselfinsomevillanousaffair？\"
\"Whatmattersit？\"
\"Bah！whatmattersit？Youaregood，master，thatyouare！Ihavetwogreatworksalreadybegun。\"
Thepriestsmotehisbrow。Inspiteofthecalmwhichheaffected，aviolentgesturebetrayedhisinternalconvulsionsfromtimetotime。
\"Howisshetobesaved？\"
Gringoiresaidtohim；\"Master，Iwillreplytoyou；~Ilpadelt~，whichmeansinTurkish，’Godisourhope。’\"
\"Howisshetobesaved？\"repeatedClaudedreamily。
Gringoiresmotehisbrowinhisturn。
\"Listen，master。Ihaveimagination；Iwilldeviseexpedientsforyou。Whatifoneweretoaskherpardonfromtheking？\"
\"OfLouisXI。！Apardon！\"
\"Whynot？\"
\"Totakethetiger’sbonefromhim！\"
Gringoirebegantoseekfreshexpedients。
\"Well，stay！ShallIaddresstothemidwivesarequestaccompaniedbythedeclarationthatthegirliswithchild！\"
Thismadethepriest’sholloweyeflash。
\"Withchild！knave！doyouknowanythingofthis？\"
Gringoirewasalarmedbyhisair。Hehastenedtosay，\"Oh，no，notI！Ourmarriagewasareal~forismaritagium~。I
stayedoutside。Butonemightobtainarespite，allthesame。\"
\"Madness！Infamy！Holdyourtongue！\"
\"Youdowrongtogetangry，\"mutteredGringoire。\"Oneobtainsarespite；thatdoesnoharmtoanyone，andallowsthemidwives，whoarepoorwomen，toearnfortydeniersparisis。\"
Thepriestwasnotlisteningtohim！
\"Butshemustleavethatplace，nevertheless！\"hemurmured，\"thedecreeistobeexecutedwithinthreedays。Moreover，therewillbenodecree；thatQuasimodo！Womenhaveverydepravedtastes！\"Heraisedhisvoice:\"MasterPierre，Ihavereflectedwell；thereisbutonemeansofsafetyforher。\"
\"What？Iseenonemyself。\"
\"Listen，MasterPierre，rememberthatyouoweyourlifetoher。Iwilltellyoumyideafrankly。Thechurchiswatchednightandday；onlythoseareallowedtocomeout，whohavebeenseentoenter。Henceyoucanenter。Youwillcome。Iwillleadyoutoher。Youwillchangeclotheswithher。Shewilltakeyourdoublet；youwilltakeherpetticoat。\"
\"Sofar，itgoeswell，\"remarkedthephilosopher，\"andthen？\"
\"Andthen？shewillgoforthinyourgarments；youwillremainwithhers。Youwillbehanged，perhaps，butshewillbesaved。\"
Gringoirescratchedhisear，withaveryseriousair。
\"Stay！\"saidhe，\"thatisanideawhichwouldneverhaveoccurredtomeunaided。\"
AtDomClaude’sproposition，theopenandbenignfaceofthepoethadabruptlycloudedover，likeasmilingItalianlandscape，whenanunluckysquallcomesupanddashesacloudacrossthesun。
\"Well！Gringoire，whatsayyoutothemeans？\"
\"Isay，master，thatIshallnotbehanged，perchance，butthatIshallbehangedindubitably。
\"Thatconcernsusnot。\"
\"Thedeuce！\"saidGringoire。
\"Shehassavedyourlife。’Tisadebtthatyouaredischarging。\"
\"ThereareagreatmanyotherswhichIdonotdischarge。\"
\"MasterPierre，itisabsolutelynecessary。\"
Thearchdeaconspokeimperiously。\"
\"Listen，DomClaude，\"repliedthepoetinutterconsternation。
Youclingtothatidea，andyouarewrong。IdonotseewhyIshouldgetmyselfhangedinsomeoneelse’splace。\"
\"Whathaveyou，then，whichattachesyousostronglytolife？\"
\"Oh！athousandreasons！\"
\"Whatreasons，ifyouplease？\"
\"What？Theair，thesky，themorning，theevening，themoonlight，mygoodfriendsthethieves，ourjeerswiththeoldhagsofgo-betweens，thefinearchitectureofParistostudy，threegreatbookstomake，oneofthembeingagainstthebishopsandhismills；andhowcanItellall？Anaxagorassaidthathewasintheworldtoadmirethesun。Andthen，frommorningtillnight，Ihavethehappinessofpassingallmydayswithamanofgenius，whoismyself，whichisveryagreeable。\"
\"Aheadfitforamulebell！\"mutteredthearchdeacon。
\"Oh！tellmewhopreservedforyouthatlifewhichyourendersocharmingtoyourself？Towhomdoyouoweitthatyoubreathethatair，beholdthatsky，andcanstillamuseyourlark’smindwithyourwhimsicalnonsenseandmadness？Wherewouldyoube，haditnotbeenforher？
Doyouthendesirethatshethroughwhomyouarealive，shoulddie？thatsheshoulddie，thatbeautiful，sweet，adorablecreature，whoisnecessarytothelightoftheworldandmoredivinethanGod，whileyou，halfwise，andhalffool，avainsketchofsomething，asortofvegetable，whichthinksthatitwalks，andthinksthatitthinks，youwillcontinuetolivewiththelifewhichyouhavestolenfromher，asuselessasacandleinbroaddaylight？Come，havealittlepity，Gringoire；begenerousinyourturn；itwasshewhosettheexample。\"
Thepriestwasvehement。Gringoirelistenedtohimatfirstwithanundecidedair，thenhebecametouched，andwoundupwithagrimacewhichmadehispallidfaceresemblethatofanew-borninfantwithanattackofthecolic。
\"Youarepathetic！\"saidhe，wipingawayatear。\"Well！
Iwillthinkaboutit。That’saqueerideaofyours——Afterall，\"hecontinuedafterapause，\"whoknows？perhapstheywillnothangme。Hewhobecomesbetrotheddoesnotalwaysmarry。Whentheyfindmeinthatlittlelodgingsogrotesquelymuffledinpetticoatandcoif，perchancetheywillburstwithlaughter。Andthen，iftheydohangme，——well！thehalterisasgoodadeathasany。’Tisadeathworthyofasagewhohaswaveredallhislife；adeathwhichisneitherfleshnorfish，likethemindofaveritablesceptic；adeathallstampedwithPyrrhonismandhesitation，whichholdsthemiddlestationbetwixtheavenandearth，whichleavesyouinsuspense。’Tisaphilosopher’sdeath，andIwasdestinedthereto，perchance。Itismagnificenttodieasonehaslived。\"
Thepriestinterruptedhim:\"Isitagreed。\"
\"Whatisdeath，afterall？\"pursuedGringoirewithexaltation。
\"Adisagreeablemoment，atoll-gate，thepassageoflittletonothingness。SomeonehavingaskedCercidas，theMegalopolitan，ifhewerewillingtodie:’Whynot？’hereplied；’foraftermydeathIshallseethosegreatmen，Pythagorasamongthephilosophers，Hecataeusamonghistorians，Homeramongpoets，Olympusamongmusicians。’\"
Thearchdeacongavehimhishand:\"Itissettled，then？
Youwillcometo-morrow？\"
ThisgesturerecalledGringoiretoreality。
\"Ah！i’faithno！\"hesaidinthetoneofamanjustwakingup。\"Behanged！’tistooabsurd。Iwillnot。\"
\"Farewell，then！\"andthearchdeaconaddedbetweenhisteeth:\"I’llfindyouagain！\"
\"Idonotwantthatdevilofamantofindme，\"thoughtGringoire；andheranafterDomClaude。\"Stay，monsieurthearchdeacon，noill-feelingbetweenoldfriends！Youtakeaninterestinthatgirl，mywife，Imean，and’tiswell。YouhavedevisedaschemetogetheroutofNotre-Dame，butyourwayisextremelydisagreeabletome，Gringoire。IfIhadonlyanotheronemyself！Ibegtosaythataluminousinspirationhasjustoccurredtome。IfIpossessedanexpedientforextricatingherfromadilemma，withoutcompromisingmyownnecktotheextentofasinglerunningknot，whatwouldyousaytoit？Willnotthatsufficeyou？IsitabsolutelynecessarythatIshouldbehanged，inorderthatyoumaybecontent？\"
Thepriesttoreoutthebuttonsofhiscassockwithimpatience:\"Streamofwords！Whatisyourplan？\"
\"Yes，\"resumedGringoire，talkingtohimselfandtouchinghisnosewithhisforefingerinsignofmeditation，——\"that’sit！——Thethievesarebravefellows！——ThetribeofEgyptloveher！——Theywillriseatthefirstword！——Nothingeasier！——Asuddenstroke——Undercoverofthedisorder，theywilleasilycarryheroff！——Beginningto-morrowevening。
Theywillasknothingbetter。
\"Theplan！speak，\"criedthearchdeaconshakinghim。
Gringoireturnedmajesticallytowardshim:\"Leaveme！
YouseethatIamcomposing。\"Hemeditatedforafewmomentsmore，thenbegantoclaphishandsoverhisthought，crying:\"Admirable！successissure！\"
\"Theplan！\"repeatedClaudeinwrath。
Gringoirewasradiant。
\"Come，thatImaytellyouthatverysoftly。’Tisatrulygallantcounter-plot，whichwillextricateusallfromthematter。
Pardieu，itmustbeadmittedthatIamnofool。\"
Hebrokeoff。
\"Oh，bytheway！isthelittlegoatwiththewench？\"
\"Yes。Thedeviltakeyou！\"
\"Theywouldhavehangeditalso，wouldtheynot？\"
\"Whatisthattome？\"
\"Yes，theywouldhavehangedit。Theyhangedasowlastmonth。Theheadsmanloveththat；heeatsthebeastafterwards。
TakemyprettyDjali！Poorlittlelamb！\"
\"Malediction！\"exclaimedDomClaude。\"Youaretheexecutioner。Whatmeansofsafetyhaveyoufound，knave？
Mustyourideabeextractedwiththeforceps？\"
\"Veryfine，master，thisisit。\"
Gringoirebenthisheadtothearchdeacon’sheadandspoketohiminaverylowvoice，castinganuneasyglancethewhilefromoneendtotheotherofthestreet，thoughnoonewaspassing。Whenhehadfinished，DomClaudetookhishandandsaidcoldly:\"’Tiswell。Farewelluntilto-morrow。\"
\"Untilto-morrow，\"repeatedGringoire。And，whilethearchdeaconwasdisappearinginonedirection，hesetoffintheother，sayingtohimselfinalowvoice:\"Here’sagrandaffair，MonsieurPierreGringoire。Nevermind！’Tisnotwrittenthatbecauseoneisofsmallaccountoneshouldtakefrightatagreatenterprise。Bitoucarriedagreatbullonhisshoulders；thewater-wagtails，thewarblers，andthebuntingstraversetheocean。\"
CHAPTERII。
TURNVAGABOND。
Onre-enteringthecloister，thearchdeaconfoundatthedoorofhiscellhisbrotherJehanduMoulin，whowaswaitingforhim，andwhohadbeguiledthetediumofwaitingbydrawingonthewallwithabitofcharcoal，aprofileofhiselderbrother，enrichedwithamonstrousnose。
DomClaudehardlylookedathisbrother；histhoughtswereelsewhere。Thatmerryscamp’sfacewhosebeaminghadsooftenrestoredserenitytothepriest’ssombrephysiognomy，wasnowpowerlesstomeltthegloomwhichgrewmoredenseeverydayoverthatcorrupted，mephitic，andstagnantsoul。
\"Brother，\"saidJehantimidly，\"Iamcometoseeyou。\"
Thearchdeacondidnotevenraisehiseyes。
\"Whatthen？\"
\"Brother，\"resumedthehypocrite，\"youaresogoodtome，andyougivemesuchwisecounselsthatIalwaysreturntoyou。\"
\"Whatnext？\"
\"Alas！brother，youwereperfectlyrightwhenyousaidtome，——\"Jehan！Jehan！~cessatdoctorumdoctrina，discipulorumdisciplina~。Jehan，bewise，Jehan，belearned，Jehan，passnotthenightoutsideofthecollegewithoutlawfuloccasionanddueleaveofthemaster。CudgelnotthePicards:~noli，Joannes，verberarePicardos~。Rotnotlikeanunletteredass，~quasiasinusillitteratus~，onthestrawseatsoftheschool。
Jehan，allowyourselftobepunishedatthediscretionofthemaster。Jehangoeveryeveningtochapel，andsingthereananthemwithverseandorisontoMadamethegloriousVirginMary——Alas！whatexcellentadvicewasthat！\"
\"Andthen？\"
\"Brother，youbeholdaculprit，acriminal，awretch，alibertine，amanofenormities！Mydearbrother，Jehanhathmadeofyourcounselsstrawanddungtotrampleunderfoot。
Ihavebeenwellchastisedforit，andGodisextraordinarilyjust。AslongasIhadmoney，Ifeasted，Ileadamadandjoyouslife。Oh！howuglyandcrabbedbehindisdebauchwhichissocharminginfront！NowIhavenolongerablank；Ihavesoldmynapery，myshirtandmytowels；nomoremerrylife！
ThebeautifulcandleisextinguishedandIhavehenceforth，onlyawretchedtallowdipwhichsmokesinmynose。Thewenchesjeeratme。Idrinkwater——Iamoverwhelmedwithremorseandwithcreditors。
\"Therest？\"saidthearchdeacon。
\"Alas！myverydearbrother，Ishouldliketosettledowntoabetterlife。Icometoyoufullofcontrition，Iampenitent。Imakemyconfession。Ibeatmybreastviolently。
YouarequiterightinwishingthatIshouldsomedaybecomealicentiateandsub-monitorinthecollegeofTorchi。AtthepresentmomentIfeelamagnificentvocationforthatprofession。ButIhavenomoreinkandImustbuysome；I
havenomorepaper，Ihavenomorebooks，andImustbuysome。
Forthispurpose，Iamgreatlyinneedofalittlemoney，andIcometoyou，brother，withmyheartfullofcontrition。\"
\"Isthatall？\"
\"Yes，\"saidthescholar。\"Alittlemoney。\"
\"Ihavenone。\"
Thenthescholarsaid，withanairwhichwasbothgraveandresolute:\"Well，brother，Iamsorrytobeobligedtotellyouthatveryfineoffersandpropositionsarebeingmadetomeinanotherquarter。Youwillnotgivemeanymoney？No。InthatcaseIshallbecomeaprofessionalvagabond。\"
Asheutteredthesemonstrouswords，heassumedthemienofAjax，expectingtoseethelightningsdescenduponhishead。
Thearchdeaconsaidcoldlytohim，-
\"Becomeavagabond。\"
Jehanmadehimadeepbow，anddescendedthecloisterstairs，whistling。
Atthemomentwhenhewaspassingthroughthecourtyardofthecloister，beneathhisbrother’swindow，heheardthatwindowopen，raisedhiseyesandbeheldthearchdeacon’ssevereheademerge。
\"Gotothedevil！\"saidDomClaude；\"hereisthelastmoneywhichyouwillgetfromme？\"
Atthesametime，thepriestflungJehanapurse，whichgavethescholarabigbumpontheforehead，andwithwhichJehanretreated，bothvexedandcontent，likeadogwhohadbeenstonedwithmarrowbones。
CHAPTERIII。
LONGLIVEMIRTH。
ThereaderhasprobablynotforgottenthatapartoftheCourdeMiracleswasenclosedbytheancientwallwhichsurroundedthecity，agoodlynumberofwhosetowershadbegun，evenatthatepoch，tofalltoruin。Oneofthesetowershadbeenconvertedintoapleasureresortbythevagabonds。Therewasadrain-shopintheundergroundstory，andtherestintheupperstories。Thiswasthemostlively，andconsequentlythemosthideous，pointofthewholeoutcastden。Itwasasortofmonstroushive，whichbuzzedtherenightandday。
Atnight，whentheremainderofthebeggarhordeslept，whentherewasnolongerawindowlightedinthedingyfa？adesofthePlace，whennotacrywasanylongertobeheardproceedingfromthoseinnumerablefamilies，thoseant-hillsofthieves，ofwenches，andstolenorbastardchildren，themerrytowerwasstillrecognizablebythenoisewhichitmade，bythescarletlightwhich，flashingsimultaneouslyfromtheair-holes，thewindows，thefissuresinthecrackedwalls，escaped，sotospeak，fromitseverypore。
Thecellarthen，wasthedram-shop。ThedescenttoitwasthroughalowdoorandbyastaircaseassteepasaclassicAlexandrine。Overthedoor，bywayofasigntherehungamarvellousdaub，representingnewsonsanddeadchickens，*
withthis，punbelow:~Auxsonneurspourlestrépassés~，——Thewringersforthedead。
*~Solsneufs:pouletstués~。
OneeveningwhenthecurfewwassoundingfromallthebelfriesinParis，thesergeantsofthewatchmighthaveobserved，haditbeengrantedtothemtoentertheformidableCourtofMiracles，thatmoretumultthanusualwasinprogressinthevagabonds’tavern，thatmoredrinkingwasbeingdone，andlouderswearing。OutsideinthePlace，there，weremanygroupsconversinginlowtones，aswhensomegreatplanisbeingframed，andhereandthereaknavecrouchingdownengagedinsharpeningavillanousironbladeonapaving-stone。
Meanwhile，inthetavernitself，wineandgamingofferedsuchapowerfuldiversiontotheideaswhichoccupiedthevagabonds’lairthatevening，thatitwouldhavebeendifficulttodivinefromtheremarksofthedrinkers，whatwasthematterinhand。Theymerelyworeagayerairthanwastheirwont，andsomeweaponcouldbeseenglitteringbetweenthelegsofeachofthem，——asickle，anaxe，abigtwo-edgedswordorthehookofanoldhackbut。
Theroom，circularinform，wasveryspacious；butthetablesweresothicklysetandthedrinkerssonumerous，thatallthatthetaverncontained，men，women，benches，beer-jugs，allthatweredrinking，allthatweresleeping，allthatwereplaying，thewell，thelame，seemedpileduppell-mell，withasmuchorderandharmonyasaheapofoystershells。Therewereafewtallowdipslightedonthetables；buttherealluminaryofthistavern，thatwhichplayedthepartinthisdram-shopofthechandelierofanoperahouse，wasthefire。
Thiscellarwassodampthatthefirewasneverallowedtogoout，eveninmidsummer；animmensechimneywithasculpturedmantel，allbristlingwithheavyironandironsandcookingutensils，withoneofthosehugefiresofmixedwoodandpeatwhichatnight，invillagestreetsmakethereflectionofforgewindowsstandoutsoredontheoppositewalls。Abigdoggravelyseatedintheasheswasturningaspitloadedwithmeatbeforethecoals。
Greataswastheconfusion，afterthefirstglanceonecoulddistinguishinthatmultitude，threeprincipalgroupswhichthrongedaroundthreepersonagesalreadyknowntothereader。
Oneofthesepersonages，fantasticallyaccoutredinmanyanorientalrag，wasMathiasHungadiSpicali，DukeofEgyptandBohemia。Theknavewasseatedonatablewithhislegscrossed，andinaloudvoicewasbestowinghisknowledgeofmagic，bothblackandwhite，onmanyagapingfacewhichsurroundedhim。Anotherrabblepressedclosearoundouroldfriend，thevaliantKingofThunes，armedtotheteeth。
ClopinTrouillefou，withaveryseriousairandinalowvoice，wasregulatingthedistributionofanenormouscaskofarms，whichstoodwideopeninfrontofhimandfromwhencepouredoutinprofusion，axes，swords，bassinets，coatsofmail，broadswords，lance-heads，arrows，andviretons，*likeapplesandgrapesfromahornofplenty。Everyonetooksomethingfromthecask，oneamorion，anotheralong，straightsword，anotheradaggerwithacross——shapedhilt。Theverychildrenwerearmingthemselves，andtherewereevencripplesinbowlswho，inarmorandcuirass，madetheirwaybetweenthelegsofthedrinkers，likegreatbeetles。
*Anarrowwithapyramidalheadofironandcopperspiralwings，bywhicharotatorymotionwascommunicated。
Finally，athirdaudience，themostnoisy，themostjovial，andthemostnumerous，encumberedbenchesandtables，inthemidstofwhichharanguedandsworeaflute-likevoice，whichescapedfrombeneathaheavyarmor，completefromcasquetospurs。Theindividualwhohadthusscrewedawholeoutfituponhisbody，wassohiddenbyhiswarlikeaccoutrementsthatnothingwastobeseenofhispersonsaveanimpertinent，red，snubnose，arosymouth，andboldeyes。Hisbeltwasfullofdaggersandponiards，ahugeswordonhiship，arustedcross-bowathisleft，andavastjugofwineinfrontofhim，withoutreckoningonhisright，afatwenchwithherbosomuncovered。Allmouthsaroundhimwerelaughing，cursing，anddrinking。
Addtwentysecondarygroups，thewaiters，maleandfemale，runningwithjugsontheirheads，gamblerssquattingovertaws，merelles，*dice，vachettes，theardentgameoftringlet，quarrelsinonecorner，kissesinanother，andthereaderwillhavesomeideaofthiswholepicture，overwhichflickeredthelightofagreat，flamingfire，whichmadeathousandhugeandgrotesqueshadowsdanceoverthewallsofthedrinkingshop。
*Agameplayedonachecker-boardcontainingthreeconcentricsetsofsquares，withsmallstones。Thegameconsistedingettingthreestonesinarow。
Asforthenoise，itwasliketheinsideofabellatfullpeal。
Thedripping-pan，wherecrackledarainofgrease，filledwithitscontinualsputteringtheintervalsofthesethousanddialogues，whichintermingledfromoneendoftheapartmenttotheother。
Inthemidstofthisuproar，attheextremityofthetavern，onthebenchinsidethechimney，sataphilosophermeditatingwithhisfeetintheashesandhiseyesonthebrands。ItwasPierreGringoire。
\"Bequick！makehaste，armyourselves！wesetoutonthemarchinanhour！\"saidClopinTrouillefoutohisthieves。
Awenchwashumming，——
\"~Bonsoirmonpèreetmamere，Lesdernierscouvrentlefeu~。\"*
*Goodnight，fatherandmother，thelastcoverupthefire。
Twocardplayersweredisputing，——
\"Knave！\"criedthereddestfacedofthetwo，shakinghisfistattheother；\"I’llmarkyouwiththeclub。YoucantaketheplaceofMistigriinthepackofcardsofmonseigneurtheking。\"
\"Ugh！\"roaredaNorman，recognizablebyhisnasalaccent；
\"wearepackedinherelikethesaintsofCaillouville！\"
\"Mysons，\"theDukeofEgyptwassayingtohisaudience，inafalsettovoice，\"sorceressesinFrancegotothewitches’
sabbathwithoutbroomsticks，orgrease，orsteed，merelybymeansofsomemagicwords。ThewitchesofItalyalwayshaveabuckwaitingforthemattheirdoor。Allareboundtogooutthroughthechimney。\"
Thevoiceoftheyoungscamparmedfromheadtofoot，dominatedtheuproar。
\"Hurrah！hurrah！\"hewasshouting。\"Myfirstdayinarmor！Outcast！Iamanoutcast。Givemesomethingtodrink。Myfriends，mynameisJehanFrolloduMoulin，andIamagentleman。MyopinionisthatifGodwerea~gendarme~，hewouldturnrobber。Brothers，weareabouttosetoutonafineexpedition。Laysiegetothechurch，burstinthedoors，dragoutthebeautifulgirl，saveherfromthejudges，saveherfromthepriests，dismantlethecloister，burnthebishopinhispalace——allthiswewilldoinlesstimethanittakesforaburgomastertoeataspoonfulofsoup。Ourcauseisjust，wewillplunderNotre-Dameandthatwillbetheendofit。WewillhangQuasimodo。DoyouknowQuasimodo，ladies？HaveyouseenhimmakehimselfbreathlessonthebigbellonagrandPentecostfestival！~CorneduPère~！’tisveryfine！Onewouldsayhewasadevilmountedonaman。Listentome，myfriends；Iamavagabondtothebottomofmyheart，Iamamemberoftheslangthiefganginmysoul，Iwasbornanindependentthief。Ihavebeenrich，andIhavedevouredallmyproperty。Mymotherwantedtomakeanofficerofme；myfather，asub-deacon；myaunt，acouncillorofinquests；mygrandmother，prothonotarytotheking；mygreataunt，atreasureroftheshortrobe，——andIhavemademyselfanoutcast。Isaidthistomyfather，whospithiscurseinmyface；tomymother，whosettoweepingandchattering，pooroldlady，likeyonderfagotontheand-irons。Longlivemirth！IamarealBicêtre。Waitress，mydear，morewine。Ihavestillthewherewithaltopay。I
wantnomoreSurènewine。Itdistressesmythroat。I’daslief，~corboeuf~！garglemythroatwithabasket。\"
Meanwhile，therabbleapplaudedwithshoutsoflaughter；
andseeingthatthetumultwasincreasingaroundhim，thescholarcried，。
\"Oh！whatafinenoise！~Populidebacchantispopulosadebacchatio~！\"Thenhebegantosing，hiseyeswimminginecstasy，inthetoneofacanonintoningvespers，~Quoecantica！quoeorgana！quoecantilenoe！quoemeloclioehicsinefinedecantantur！Sonantmellifluahymnorumorgana，suavissimaangelorummelodia，canticacanticorummira~！
Hebrokeoff:\"Tavern-keeperofthedevil，givemesomesupper！\"
Therewasamomentofpartialsilence，duringwhichthesharpvoiceoftheDukeofEgyptrose，ashegaveinstructionstohisBohemians。
\"TheweaseliscalledAdrune；thefox，Blue-foot，ortheRaceroftheWoods；thewolf，Gray-foot，orGold-foot；thebeartheOldMan，orGrandfather。Thecapofagnomeconfersinvisibility，andcausesonetobeholdinvisiblethings。
Everytoadthatisbaptizedmustbecladinredorblackvelvet，abellonitsneck，abellonitsfeet。Thegodfatherholdsitshead，thegodmotheritshinderparts。’TisthedemonSidragasumwhohaththepowertomakewenchesdancestarknaked。\"
\"Bythemass！\"interruptedJehan，\"IshouldliketobethedemonSidragasum。\"
Meanwhile，thevagabondscontinuedtoarmthemselvesandwhisperattheotherendofthedram-shop。
\"ThatpoorEsmeralda！\"saidaBohemian。\"Sheisoursister。Shemustbetakenawayfromthere。\"
\"IsshestillatNotre-Dame？\"wentonamerchantwiththeappearanceofaJew。
\"Yes，pardieu！\"
\"Well！comrades！\"exclaimedthemerchant，\"toNotre-Dame！
Somuchthebetter，sincethereareinthechapelofSaintsFéréolandFerrutiontwostatues，theoneofJohntheBaptist，theotherofSaint-Antoine，ofsolidgold，weighingtogethersevenmarksofgoldandfifteenestellins；andthepedestalsareofsilver-gilt，ofseventeenmarks，fiveounces。
Iknowthat；Iamagoldsmith。\"
HeretheyservedJehanwithhissupper。Ashethrewhimselfbackonthebosomofthewenchbesidehim，heexclaimed，——
\"BySaintVoult-de-Lucques，whompeoplecallSaintGoguelu，Iamperfectlyhappy。Ihavebeforemeafoolwhogazesatmewiththesmoothfaceofanarchduke。Hereisoneonmyleftwhoseteetharesolongthattheyhidehischin。Andthen，IamliketheMarshaldeGiéatthesiegeofPontoise，Ihavemyrightrestingonahillock。~Ventre-
Mahom~！Comrade！youhavetheairofamerchantoftennis-
balls；andyoucomeandsityourselfbesideme！Iamanobleman，myfriend！Tradeisincompatiblewithnobility。
Getoutofthat！Holahé！Youothers，don’tfight！What，BaptisteCroque-Oison，youwhohavesuchafinenosearegoingtoriskitagainstthebigfistsofthatlout！Fool！
~Noncuiquamdatumesthaberenasum~——noteveryoneisfavoredwithanose。Youarereallydivine，JacquelineRonge-Oreille！’tisapitythatyouhavenohair！Holà！
mynameisJehanFrollo，andmybrotherisanarchdeacon。
Maythedevilflyoffwithhim！AllthatItellyouisthetruth。Inturningvagabond，Ihavegladlyrenouncedthehalfofahousesituatedinparadise，whichmybrotherhadpromisedme。~Dimidiamdomuminparadiso~。Iquotethetext。I
haveafiefintheRueTirechappe，andallthewomenareinlovewithme，astrueasSaintEloywasanexcellentgoldsmith，andthatthefivetradesofthegoodcityofParisarethetanners，thetawers，themakersofcross-belts，thepurse-makers，andthesweaters，andthatSaintLaurentwasburntwitheggshells。Isweartoyou，comrades。
\"~Quejenebeuvraidepiment，Devantunan，sijecyment~。*
*ThatIwilldrinknospicedandhoneyedwineforayear，ifIamlyingnow。
\"’Tismoonlight，mycharmer；seeyonderthroughthewindowhowthewindistearingthecloudstotatters！EventhuswillIdotoyourgorget——Wenches，wipethechildren’snosesandsnuffthecandles——ChristandMahom！WhatamIeatinghere，Jupiter？Ohé！innkeeper！thehairwhichisnotontheheadsofyourhussiesonefindsinyouromelettes。Oldwoman！Ilikebaldomelettes。Maythedevilconfoundyou！——A
finehostelryofBeelzebub，wherethehussiescombtheirheadswiththeforks！
\"~Etjen’aimoi，Parlasang-Dieu！
Nifoi，niloi，Nifeu，nilieu，Niroi，NiDieu。\"*
*AndbythebloodofGod，Ihaveneitherfaithnorlaw，norfirenordwelling-place，norkingnorGod。
Inthemeantime，ClopinTrouillefouhadfinishedthedistributionofarms。HeapproachedGringoire，whoappearedtobeplungedinaprofoundrevery，withhisfeetonanandiron。
\"FriendPierre，\"saidtheKingofThunes，\"whatthedevilareyouthinkingabout？\"
Gringoireturnedtohimwithamelancholysmile。
\"Ilovethefire，mydearlord。Notforthetrivialreasonthatfirewarmsthefeetorcooksoursoup，butbecauseithassparks。SometimesIpasswholehoursinwatchingthesparks。
Idiscoverathousandthingsinthosestarswhicharesprinkledovertheblackbackgroundofthehearth。Thosestarsarealsoworlds。\"
\"Thunder，ifIunderstandyou！\"saidtheoutcast。\"Doyouknowwhato’clockitis？\"
\"Idonotknow，\"repliedGringoire。
ClopinapproachedtheDukeofEgypt。
\"ComradeMathias，thetimewehavechosenisnotagoodone。KingLouisXI。issaidtobeinParis。\"
\"Anotherreasonforsnatchingoursisterfromhisclaws，\"
repliedtheoldBohemian。
\"Youspeaklikeaman，Mathias，\"saidtheKingofThunes。
\"Moreover，wewillactpromptly。Noresistanceistobefearedinthechurch。Thecanonsarehares，andweareinforce。Thepeopleoftheparliamentwillbewellbalkedto-morrowwhentheycometoseekher！GutsofthepopeI
don’twantthemtohangtheprettygirl！\"
Chopinquittedthedram-shop。
Meanwhile，Jehanwasshoutinginahoarsevoice:
\"Ieat，Idrink，Iamdrunk，IamJupiter！Eh！Pierre，theSlaughterer，ifyoulookatmelikethatagain，I’llfillipthedustoffyournoseforyou。\"
Gringoire，tornfromhismeditations，begantowatchthewildandnoisyscenewhichsurroundedhim，mutteringbetweenhisteeth:\"~Luxuriosaresvinumettumultuosaebrietas~。
Alas！whatgoodreasonIhavenottodrink，andhowexcellentlyspokeSaint-Benoit:’~Vinumapostatarefacitetiamsapientes！’\"
Atthatmoment，Clopinreturnedandshoutedinavoiceofthunder:\"Midnight！\"
Atthisword，whichproducedtheeffectofthecalltobootandsaddleonaregimentatahalt，alltheoutcasts，men，women，children，rushedinamassfromthetavern，withgreatnoiseofarmsandoldironimplements。
Themoonwasobscured。
TheCourdesMiracleswasentirelydark。Therewasnotasinglelight。Onecouldmakeoutthereathrongofmenandwomenconversinginlowtones。Theycouldbeheardbuzzing，andagleamofallsortsofweaponswasvisibleinthedarkness。Clopinmountedalargestone。
\"Toyourranks，Argot！\"*hecried。\"Fallintoline，Egypt！
Formranks，Galilee！\"
*Menofthebrotherhoodofslang:thieves。
Amovementbeganinthedarkness。Theimmensemultitudeappearedtoforminacolumn。Afterafewminutes，theKingofThunesraisedhisvoiceoncemore，——
\"Now，silencetomarchthroughParis！Thepasswordis，’Littleswordinpocket！’ThetorcheswillnotbelightedtillwereachNotre-Dame！Forward，march！\"
Tenminuteslater，thecavaliersofthewatchfledinterrorbeforealongprocessionofblackandsilentmenwhichwasdescendingtowardsthePontanChange，throughthetortuousstreetswhichpiercetheclose-builtneighborhoodofthemarketsineverydirection。
CHAPTERIV。
ANAWKWARDFRIEND。
Thatnight，Quasimododidnotsleep。Hehadjustmadehislastroundofthechurch。Hehadnotnoticed，thatatthemomentwhenhewasclosingthedoors，thearchdeaconhadpassedclosetohimandbetrayedsomedispleasureonseeinghimboltingandbarringwithcaretheenormousironlockswhichgavetotheirlargeleavesthesolidityofawall。DomClaude’sairwasevenmorepreoccupiedthanusual。Moreover，sincethenocturnaladventureinthecell，hehadconstantlyabusedQuasimodo，butinvaindidheilltreat，andevenbeathimoccasionally，nothingdisturbedthesubmission，patience，thedevotedresignationofthefaithfulbellringer。Heenduredeverythingonthepartofthearchdeacon，insults，threats，blows，withoutmurmuringacomplaint。Atthemost，hegazeduneasilyafterDomClaudewhenthelatterascendedthestaircaseofthetower；butthearchdeaconhadabstainedfrompresentinghimselfagainbeforethegypsy’seyes。
Onthatnight，accordingly，Quasimodo，afterhavingcastaglanceathispoorbellswhichhesoneglectednow，Jacqueline，Marie，andThibauld，mountedtothesummitoftheNortherntower，andtheresettinghisdarklanturn，wellclosed，upontheleads，hebegantogazeatParis。Thenight，aswehavealreadysaid，wasverydark。Pariswhich，sotospeakwasnotlightedatthatepoch，presentedtotheeyeaconfusedcollectionofblackmasses，cuthereandtherebythewhitishcurveoftheSeine。Quasimodonolongersawanylightwiththeexceptionofonewindowinadistantedifice，whosevagueandsombreprofilewasoutlinedwellabovetheroofs，inthedirectionofthePorteSainte-Antoine。
Therealso，therewassomeoneawake。
Astheonlyeyeofthebellringerpeeredintothathorizonofmistandnight，hefeltwithinhimaninexpressibleuneasiness。Forseveraldayshehadbeenuponhisguard。Hehadperceivedmenofsinistermien，whonevertooktheireyesfromtheyounggirl’sasylum，prowlingconstantlyaboutthechurch。Hefanciedthatsomeplotmightbeinprocessofformationagainsttheunhappyrefugee。Heimaginedthatthereexistedapopularhatredagainsther，asagainsthimself，andthatitwasverypossiblethatsomethingmighthappensoon。Henceheremaineduponhistoweronthewatch，\"dreaminginhisdream-place，\"asRabelaissays，withhiseyedirectedalternatelyonthecellandonParis，keepingfaithfulguard，likeagooddog，withathousandsuspicionsinhismind。
Allatonce，whilehewasscrutinizingthegreatcitywiththateyewhichnature，byasortofcompensation，hadmadesopiercingthatitcouldalmostsupplytheotherorganswhichQuasimodolacked，itseemedtohimthattherewassomethingsingularabouttheQuaydelaVieille-Pelleterie，thattherewasamovementatthatpoint，thatthelineoftheparapet，standingoutblacklyagainstthewhitenessofthewaterwasnotstraightandtranquil，likethatoftheotherquays，butthatitundulatedtotheeye，likethewavesofariver，orliketheheadsofacrowdinmotion。
Thisstruckhimasstrange。Heredoubledhisattention。
ThemovementseemedtobeadvancingtowardstheCity。
Therewasnolight。Itlastedforsometimeonthequay；
thenitgraduallyceased，asthoughthatwhichwaspassingwereenteringtheinterioroftheisland；thenitstoppedaltogether，andthelineofthequaybecamestraightandmotionlessagain。
AtthemomentwhenQuasimodowaslostinconjectures，itseemedtohimthatthemovementhadre-appearedintheRueduParvis，whichisprolongedintothecityperpendicularlytothefa？adeofNotre-Dame。Atlength，denseaswasthedarkness，hebeheldtheheadofacolumndebouchfromthatstreet，andinaninstantacrowd——ofwhichnothingcouldbedistinguishedinthegloomexceptthatitwasacrowd——spreadoverthePlace。
Thisspectaclehadaterrorofitsown。Itisprobablethatthissingularprocession，whichseemedsodesirousofconcealingitselfunderprofounddarkness，maintainedasilencenolessprofound。Nevertheless，somenoisemusthaveescapedit，wereitonlyatrampling。Butthisnoisedidnotevenreachourdeafman，andthisgreatmultitude，ofwhichhesawhardlyanything，andofwhichheheardnothing，thoughitwasmarchingandmovingsonearhim，produceduponhimtheeffectofarabbleofdeadmen，mute，impalpable，lostinasmoke。Itseemedtohim，thathebeheldadvancingtowardshimafogofmen，andthathesawshadowsmovingintheshadow。
Thenhisfearsreturnedtohim，theideaofanattemptagainstthegypsypresenteditselfoncemoretohismind。
Hewasconscious，inaconfusedway，thataviolentcrisiswasapproaching。Atthatcriticalmomenthetookcounselwithhimself，withbetterandprompterreasoningthanonewouldhaveexpectedfromsobadlyorganizedabrain。Oughthetoawakenthegypsy？tomakeherescape？Whither？Thestreetswereinvested，thechurchbackedontheriver。Noboat，noissue！——Therewasbutonethingtobedone；toallowhimselftobekilledonthethresholdofNotre-Dame，toresistatleastuntilsuccorarrived，ifitshouldarrive，andnottotroublelaEsmeralda’ssleep。Thisresolutiononcetaken，hesettoexaminingtheenemywithmoretranquillity。
Thethrongseemedtoincreaseeverymomentinthechurchsquare。Only，hepresumedthatitmustbemakingverylittlenoise，sincethewindowsonthePlaceremainedclosed。
Allatonce，aflameflashedup，andinaninstantsevenoreightlightedtorchespassedovertheheadsofthecrowd，shakingtheirtuftsofflameinthedeepshade。QuasimodothenbehelddistinctlysurgingintheParvisafrightfulherdofmenandwomeninrags，armedwithscythes，pikes，billhooksandpartisans，whosethousandpointsglittered。Hereandthereblackpitchforksformedhornstothehideousfaces。