his people consisted of a pack of fools； cripples； thieves； and beggars？ it was still a people and he was its sovereign。 And he accepted seriously all this ironical applause； all this derisive respect； with which the crowd mingled； it must be admitted； a good deal of very real fear。 For the hunchback was robust； for the bandy…legged fellow was agile； for the deaf man was malicious： three qualities which temper ridicule。
We are far from believing； however； that the new Pope of the Fools understood both the sentiments which he felt and the sentiments which he inspired。 The spirit which was lodged in this failure of a body had； necessarily； something incomplete and deaf about it。 Thus； what he felt at the moment was to him； absolutely vague； indistinct； and confused。 Only joy made itself felt； only pride dominated。 Around that sombre and unhappy face； there hung a radiance。
It was； then； not without surprise and alarm； that at the very moment when Quasimodo was passing the Pillar House； in that semi…intoxicated state； a man was seen to dart from the crowd； and to tear from his hands； with a gesture of anger； his crosier of gilded wood； the emblem of his mock popeship。
This man； this rash individual； was the man with the bald brow； who； a moment earlier； standing with the gypsy's group had chilled the poor girl with his words of menace and of hatred。 He was dressed in an eccleslastical costume。 At the moment when he stood forth from the crowd； Gringoire； who had not noticed him up to that time； recognized him： 〃Hold！〃 he said； with an exclamation of astonishment。 〃Eh！ 'tis my master in Hermes； Dom Claude Frollo； the archdeacon！ What the devil does he want of that old one… eyed fellow？ He'll get himself devoured！〃
A cry of terror arose； in fact。 The formidable Quasimodo had hurled himself from the litter； and the women turned aside their eyes in order not to see him tear the archdeacon asunder。
He made one bound as far as the priest； looked at him； and fell upon his knees。
The priest tore off his tiara； broke his crozier； and rent his tinsel cope。
Quasimodo remained on his knees； with head bent and hands clasped。 Then there was established between them a strange dialogue of signs and gestures； for neither of them spoke。 The priest； erect on his feet； irritated； threatening； imperious； Quasimodo； prostrate； humble； suppliant。 And； nevertheless； it is certain that Quasimodo could have crushed the priest with his thumb。
At length the archdeacon； giving Quasimodo's powerful shoulder a rough shake； made him a sign to rise and follow him。
Quasimodo rose。
Then the Brotherhood of Fools； their first stupor having passed off； wished to defend their pope； so abruptly dethroned。 The Egyptians； the men of slang； and all the fraternity of law clerks； gathered howling round the priest。
Quasimodo placed himself in front of the priest； set in play the muscles of his athletic fists； and glared upon the assailants with the snarl of an angry tiger。
The priest resumed his sombre gravity； made a sign to Quasimodo； and retired in silence。
Quasimodo walked in front of him； scattering the crowd as he passed。
When they had traversed the populace and the Place； the cloud of curious and idle were minded to follow them。 Quasimodo then constituted himself the rearguard； and followed the archdeacon； walking backwards； squat； surly； monstrous； bristling； gathering up his limbs； licking his boar's tusks； growling like a wild beast； and imparting to the crowd immense vibrations； with a look or a gesture。
Both were allowed to plunge into a dark and narrow street； where no one dared to venture after them； so thoroughly did the mere chimera of Quasimodo gnashing his teeth bar the entrance。
〃Here's a marvellous thing；〃 said Gringoire； 〃but where the deuce shall I find some supper？〃
CHAPTER IV。
THE INCONVENIENCES OF FOLLOWING A PRETTY WOMAN THROUGH THE STREETS IN THE EVENING。
Gringoire set out to follow the gypsy at all hazards。 He had seen her； accompanied by her goat； take to the Rue de la Coutellerie； he took the Rue de la Coutellerie。
〃Why not？〃 he said to himself。
Gringoire； a practical philosopher of the streets of Paris； had noticed that nothing is more propitious to revery than following a pretty woman without knowing whither she is going。 There was in this voluntary abdication of his freewill； in this fancy submitting itself to another fancy； which suspects it not； a mixture of fantastic independence and blind obedience； something indescribable； intermediate between slavery and liberty； which pleased Gringoire；a spirit essentially compound； undecided； and complex； holding the extremities of all extremes； incessantly suspended between all human propensities； and neutralizing one by the other。 He was fond of comparing himself to Mahomet's coffin； attracted in two different directions by two loadstones； and hesitating eternally between the heights and the depths； between the vault and the pavement； between fall and ascent； between zenith and nadir。
If Gringoire had lived in our day； what a fine middle course he would hold between classicism and romanticism！
But he was not sufficiently primitive to live three hundred years； and 'tis a pity。 His absence is a void which is but too sensibly felt to…day。
Moreover； for the purpose of thus following passers…by （and especially female passers…by） in the streets； which Gringoire was fond of doing； there is no better disposition than ignorance of where one is going to sleep。
So he walked along； very thoughtfully； behind the young girl； who hastened her pace and made her goat trot as she saw the bourgeois returning home and the tavernsthe only shops which had been open that dayclosing。
〃After all；〃 he half thought to himself； 〃she must lodge somewhere； gypsies have kindly hearts。 Who knows？〃
And in the points of suspense which he placed after this reticence in his mind； there lay I know not what flattering ideas。
Meanwhile； from time to time； as he passed the last groups of bourgeois closing their doors； he caught some scraps of their conversation； which broke the thread of his pleasant hypotheses。
Now it was two old men accosting each other。
〃Do you know that it is cold； Master Thibaut Fernicle？〃 （Gringoire had been aware of this since the beginning of the winter。）
〃Yes； indeed； Master Boniface Disome！ Are we going to have a winter such as we had three years ago； in '80； when wood cost eight sous the measure？〃
〃Bah！ that's nothing； Master Thibaut； compared with the winter of 1407； when it froze from St。 Martin's Day until Candlemas！ and so cold that the pen of the registrar of the parliament froze every three words； in the Grand Chamber！ which interrupted the registration of justice。〃
Further on there were two female neighbors at their windows； holding candles； which the fog caused to sputter。
〃Has your husband told you about the mishap； Mademoiselle la Boudraque？〃
〃No。 What is it； Mademoiselle Turquant？〃
〃The horse of M。 Gilles Godin； the notary at the Chatelet； took fright at the Flemings and their procession； and overturned Master Philippe Avrillot； lay monk of the Célestins。〃
〃Really？〃
〃Actually。〃
〃A bourgeois horse！ 'tis rather too much！ If it had been a cavalry horse； well and good！〃
And the windows were closed。 But Gringoire had lost the thread of his ideas； nevertheless。
Fortunately； he speedily found it again； and he knotted it together without difficulty； thanks to the gypsy； thanks to Djali； who still walked in front of him； two fine； delicate； and charming creatures； whose tiny feet； beautiful forms； and graceful manners he was engaged in admiring； almost confusing them in his contemplation； believing them to be both young girls； from their intelligence and good friendship； regarding them both as goats；so far as the lightness； agility； and dexterity of their walk were concerned。
But the streets were becoming blacker and more deserted every moment。 The curfew had sounded long ago； and it was only at rare intervals now that they encountered a passer…by in the street； or a light in the windows。 Gringoire had become involved； in his pursuit of the gypsy； in that inextricable labyrinth of alleys； squares； and closed courts which surround the ancient sepulchre of the Saints…Innocents； and which resembles a ball of thread tangled by a cat。 〃Here are streets which possess but little logic！〃 said Gringoire； lost in the thousands of circuits which returned upon themselves incessantly； but where the young girl pursued a road which seemed familiar to her； without hesitation and with a step which became ever more rapid。 As for him； he would have been utterly ignorant of his situation had he not espied； in passing； at the turn of a street； the octagonal mass of the pillory of the fish markets； the open…work summit of which threw its black； fretted outlines clearly upon a window which was still lighted in the Rue Verdelet。
The young girl's attention had been attracted to him for the last few moments； she had repeatedly turned her head towards him with uneasiness； she had even once come to a standstill； and taking advantage of a ray of light which escaped from a half…open bakery to survey him intently； from head to foot； then； having cast this glance； Gringoire had seen her make that little pout which he had already noticed； after which she passed on。
This little pout had furnished Gringoire with food for thought。 There was certainly both disdain and mockery in that graceful grimace。 So he dropped his head； began to count the paving…stones； and to follow the young girl at a little greater distance； when； at the turn of a street； which had caused him to lose sight of her； he heard her utter a piercing cry。
He hastened his steps。
The street was full of shadows。 Nevertheless； a twist of tow soaked in oil； which burned in a cage at the feet of the Holy Virgin at the street corner； permitted Gringoire to make out the gypsy struggling in the arms of two men； who were endeavoring to stifle her cries。 The poor little goat； in great alarm； lowered his horns and bleated。
〃Help！ gentlemen of the watch！〃 shouted Gringoire； and advanced bravely。 One of the men who held the you