the hunchback of notre dame-第52部分
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er。 In an instant they had become good friends。 The curious child had detached the bag from the goat's neck； had opened it； and had emptied out its contents on the rush matting； it was an alphabet； each letter of which was separately inscribed on a tiny block of boxwood。 Hardly had these playthings been spread out on the matting； when the child； with surprise； beheld the goat （one of whose 〃miracles〃 this was no doubt）； draw out certain letters with its golden hoof； and arrange them； with gentle pushes； in a certain order。 In a moment they constituted a word； which the goat seemed to have been trained to write； so little hesitation did it show in forming it； and Bérangère suddenly exclaimed； clasping her hands in admiration；
〃Godmother Fleur…de…Lys； see what the goat has just done！〃
Fleur…de…Lys ran up and trembled。 The letters arranged upon the floor formed this word；
PHOEBUS。
〃Was it the goat who wrote that？〃 she inquired in a changed voice。
〃Yes； godmother；〃 replied Bérangêre。
It was impossible to doubt it； the child did not know how to write。
〃This is the secret！〃 thought Fleur…de…Lys。
Meanwhile； at the child's exclamation； all had hastened up； the mother； the young girls； the gypsy； and the officer。
The gypsy beheld the piece of folly which the goat had committed。 She turned red； then pale； and began to tremble like a culprit before the captain； who gazed at her with a smile of satisfaction and amazement。
〃Phoebus！〃 whispered the young girls； stupefied： 〃'tis the captain's name！〃
〃You have a marvellous memory！〃 said Fleur…de…Lys； to the petrified gypsy。 Then； bursting into sobs： 〃Oh！〃 she stammered mournfully； hiding her face in both her beautiful hands； 〃she is a magician！〃 And she heard another and a still more bitter voice at the bottom of her heart； saying； 〃She is a rival！〃
She fell fainting。
〃My daughter！ my daughter！〃 cried the terrified mother。 〃Begone； you gypsy of hell！〃
In a twinkling； La Esmeralda gathered up the unlucky letters； made a sign to Djali； and went out through one door； while Fleur…de…Lys was being carried out through the other。
Captain Phoebus； on being left alone； hesitated for a moment between the two doors； then he followed the gypsy。
CHAPTER II。
A PRIEST AND A PHILOSOPHER ARE TWO DIFFERENT THINGS。
The priest whom the young girls had observed at the top of the North tower； leaning over the Place and so attentive to the dance of the gypsy； was； in fact； Archdeacon Claude Frollo。
Our readers have not forgotten the mysterious cell which the archdeacon had reserved for himself in that tower。 （I do not know； by the way be it said； whether it be not the same； the interior of which can be seen to…day through a little square window； opening to the east at the height of a man above the platform from which the towers spring； a bare and dilapidated den； whose badly plastered walls are ornamented here and there； at the present day； with some wretched yellow engravings representing the fa？ades of cathedrals。 I presume that this hole is jointly inhabited by bats and spiders； and that； consequently； it wages a double war of extermination on the flies）。
Every day； an hour before sunset； the archdeacon ascended the staircase to the tower； and shut himself up in this cell； where he sometimes passed whole nights。 That day； at the moment when； standing before the low door of his retreat； he was fitting into the lock the complicated little key which he always carried about him in the purse suspended to his side； a sound of tambourine and castanets had reached his ear。 These sounds came from the Place du Parvis。 The cell； as we have already said； had only one window opening upon the rear of the church。 Claude Frollo had hastily withdrawn the key； and an instant later； he was on the top of the tower； in the gloomy and pensive attitude in which the maidens had seen him。
There he stood； grave； motionless； absorbed in one look and one thought。 All Paris lay at his feet； with the thousand spires of its edifices and its circular horizon of gentle hillswith its river winding under its bridges； and its people moving to and fro through its streets；with the clouds of its smoke；with the mountainous chain of its roofs which presses Notre…Dame in its doubled folds； but out 。of all the city； the archdeacon gazed at one corner only of the pavement； the Place du Parvis； in all that throng at but one figure；the gypsy。
It would have been difficult to say what was the nature of this look； and whence proceeded the flame that flashed from it。 It was a fixed gaze； which was； nevertheless； full of trouble and tumult。 And； from the profound immobility of his whole body； barely agitated at intervals by an involuntary shiver； as a tree is moved by the wind； from the stiffness of his elbows； more marble than the balustrade on which they leaned； or the sight of the petrified smile which contracted his face； one would have said that nothing living was left about Claude Frollo except his eyes。
The gypsy was dancing； she was twirling her tambourine on the tip of her finger； and tossing it into the air as she danced Proven？al sarabands； agile； light； joyous； and unconscious of the formidable gaze which descended perpendicularly upon her head。
The crowd was swarming around her； from time to time； a man accoutred in red and yellow made them form into a circle； and then returned； seated himself on a chair a few paces from the dancer； and took the goat's head on his knees。 This man seemed to be the gypsy's companion。 Claude Frollo could not distinguish his features from his elevated post。
From the moment when the archdeacon caught sight of this stranger； his attention seemed divided between him and the dancer； and his face became more and more gloomy。 All at once he rose upright； and a quiver ran through his whole body： 〃Who is that man？〃 he muttered between his teeth： 〃I have always seen her alone before！〃
Then he plunged down beneath the tortuous vault of the spiral staircase； and once more descended。 As he passed the door of the bell chamber； which was ajar； be saw something which struck him； he beheld Quasimodo； who； leaning through an opening of one of those slate penthouses which resemble enormous blinds； appeared also to be gazing at the Place。 He was engaged in so profound a contemplation； that he did not notice the passage of his adopted father。 His savage eye had a singular expression； it was a charmed； tender look。 〃This is strange！〃 murmured Claude。 〃Is it the gypsy at whom he is thus gazing？〃 He continued his descent。 At the end of a few minutes； the anxious archdeacon entered upon the Place from the door at the base of the tower。
〃What has become of the gypsy girl？〃 he said； mingling with the group of spectators which the sound of the tambourine had collected。
〃I know not；〃 replied one of his neighbors； 〃I think that she has gone to make some of her fandangoes in the house opposite； whither they have called her。〃
In the place of the gypsy； on the carpet； whose arabesques had seemed to vanish but a moment previously by the capricious figures of her dance； the archdeacon no longer beheld any one but the red and yellow man； who； in order to earn a few testers in his turn； was walking round the circle； with his elbows on his hips； his head thrown back； his face red； his neck outstretched； with a chair between his teeth。 To the chair he had fastened a cat； which a neighbor had lent； and which was spitting in great affright。
〃Notre…Dame！〃 exclaimed the archdeacon； at the moment when the juggler； perspiring heavily； passed in front of him with his pyramid of chair and his cat； 〃What is Master Pierre Gringoire doing here？〃
The harsh voice of the archdeacon threw the poor fellow into such a commotion that he lost his equilibrium； together with his whole edifice； and the chair and the cat tumbled pell…mell upon the heads of the spectators； in the midst of inextinguishable hootings。
It is probable that Master Pierre Gringoire （for it was indeed he） would have had a sorry account to settle with the neighbor who owned the cat； and all the bruised and scratched faces which surrounded him； if he had not hastened to profit by the tumult to take refuge in the church； whither Claude Frollo had made him a sign to follow him。
The cathedral was already dark and deserted； the side…aisles were full of shadows； and the lamps of the chapels began to shine out like stars； so black had the vaulted ceiling become。 Only the great rose window of the fa？ade； whose thousand colors were steeped in a ray of horizontal sunlight； glittered in the gloom like a mass of diamonds； and threw its dazzling reflection to the other end of the nave。
When they had advanced a few paces； Dom Claude placed his back against a pillar； and gazed intently at Gringoire。 The gaze was not the one which Gringoire feared； ashamed as he was of having been caught by a grave and learned person in the costume of a buffoon。 There was nothing mocking or ironical in the priest's glance； it was serious； tranquil； piercing。 The archdeacon was the first to break the silence。
〃Come now； Master Pierre。 You are to explain many things to me。 And first of all； how comes it that you have not been seen for two months； and that now one finds you in the public squares； in a fine equipment in truth！ Motley red and yellow； like a Caudebec apple？〃
〃Messire；〃 said Gringoire； piteously； 〃it is； in fact； an amazing accoutrement。 You see me no more comfortable in it than a cat coiffed with a calabash。 'Tis very ill done； I am conscious； to expose messieurs the sergeants of the watch to the liability of cudgelling beneath this cassock the humerus of a Pythagorean philosopher。 But what would you have； my reverend master？ 'tis the fault of my ancient jerkin； which abandoned me in cowardly wise； at the beginning of the winter； under the pretext that it was falling into tatters； and that it required repose in the basket of a rag…picker。 What is one to do？ Civilization has not yet arrived at the point where one can go stark naked； as ancient Diogenes wished。 Add that a very cold wind was blowing； and 'tis not in the month of January that one can successfully attempt to make
