he only opening which admits a small quantity of light and air to a little cell without a door； constructed on the ground…floor； in the thickness of the walls of the old house； and filled with a peace all the more profound； with a silence all the more gloomy； because a public place； the most populous and most noisy in Paris swarms and shrieks around it。
This little cell had been celebrated in Paris for nearly three centuries； ever since Madame Rolande de la Tour…Roland； in mourning for her father who died in the Crusades； had caused it to be hollowed out in the wall of her own house； in order to immure herself there forever； keeping of all her palace only this lodging whose door was walled up； and whose window stood open； winter and summer； giving all the rest to the poor and to God。 The afflicted damsel had； in fact； waited twenty years for death in this premature tomb； praying night and day for the soul of her father； sleeping in ashes； without even a stone for a pillow； clothed in a black sack； and subsisting on the bread and water which the compassion of the passers…by led them to deposit on the ledge of her window； thus receiving charity after having bestowed it。 At her death； at the moment when she was passing to the other sepulchre； she had bequeathed this one in perpetuity to afflicted women； mothers； widows； or maidens； who should wish to pray much for others or for themselves； and who should desire to inter themselves alive in a great grief or a great penance。 The poor of her day had made her a fine funeral； with tears and benedictions； but； to their great regret； the pious maid had not been canonized； for lack of influence。 Those among them who were a little inclined to impiety； had hoped that the matter might be accomplished in Paradise more easily than at Rome； and had frankly besought God； instead of the pope； in behalf of the deceased。 The majority had contented themselves with holding the memory of Rolande sacred； and converting her rags into relics。 The city； on its side； had founded in honor of the damoiselle； a public breviary； which had been fastened near the window of the cell； in order that passers…by might halt there from time to time； were it only to pray； that prayer might remind them of alms； and that the poor recluses； heiresses of Madame Rolande's vault； might not die outright of hunger and forgetfulness。
Moreover； this sort of tomb was not so very rare a thing in the cities of the Middle Ages。 One often encountered in the most frequented street； in the most crowded and noisy market； in the very middle； under the feet of the horses； under the wheels of the carts； as it were； a cellar； a well； a tiny walled and grated cabin； at the bottom of which a human being prayed night and day； voluntarily devoted to some eternal lamentation； to some great expiation。 And all the reflections which that strange spectacle would awaken in us to…day； that horrible cell； a sort of intermediary link between a house and the tomb； the cemetery and the city； that living being cut off from the human community； and thenceforth reckoned among the dead； that lamp consuming its last drop of oil in the darkness； that remnant of life flickering in the grave； that breath； that voice； that eternal prayer in a box of stone； that face forever turned towards the other world； that eye already illuminated with another sun； that ear pressed to the walls of a tomb； that soul a prisoner in that body； that body a prisoner in that dungeon cell； and beneath that double envelope of flesh and granite； the murmur of that soul in pain；nothing of all this was perceived by the crowd。 The piety of that age； not very subtle nor much given to reasoning； did not see so many facets in an act of religion。 It took the thing in the block； honored； venerated； hallowed the sacrifice at need； but did not analyze the sufferings； and felt but moderate pity for them。 It brought some pittance to the miserable penitent from time to time； looked through the hole to see whether he were still living； forgot his name； hardly knew how many years ago he had begun to die； and to the stranger； who questioned them about the living skeleton who was perishing in that cellar； the neighbors replied simply； 〃It is the recluse。〃
Everything was then viewed without metaphysics； without exaggeration； without magnifying glass； with the naked eye。 The microscope had not yet been invented； either for things of matter or for things of the mind。
Moreover； although people were but little surprised by it； the examples of this sort of cloistration in the hearts of cities were in truth frequent； as we have just said。 There were in Paris a considerable number of these cells； for praying to God and doing penance； they were nearly all occupied。 It is true that the clergy did not like to have them empty； since that implied lukewarmness in believers； and that lepers were put into them when there were no penitents on hand。 Besides the cell on the Grève； there was one at Montfau？on； one at the Charnier des Innocents； another I hardly know where；at the Clichon House； I think； others still at many spots where traces of them are found in traditions； in default of memorials。 The University had also its own。 On Mount Sainte…Geneviève a sort of Job of the Middle Ages； for the space of thirty years； chanted the seven penitential psalms on a dunghill at the bottom of a cistern； beginning anew when he had finished； singing loudest at night； ~magna voce per umbras~； and to…day； the antiquary fancies that he hears his voice as he enters the Rue du Puits…qui…parlethe street of the 〃Speaking Well。〃
To confine ourselves to the cell in the Tour…Roland； we must say that it had never lacked recluses。 After the death of Madame Roland； it had stood vacant for a year or two； though rarely。 Many women had come thither to mourn； until their death； for relatives； lovers； faults。 Parisian malice； which thrusts its finger into everything； even into things which concern it the least； affirmed that it had beheld but few widows there。
In accordance with the fashion of the epoch； a Latin inscription on the wall indicated to the learned passer…by the pious purpose of this cell。 The custom was retained until the middle of the sixteenth century of explaining an edifice by a brief device inscribed above the door。 Thus； one still reads in France； above the wicket of the prison in the seignorial mansion of Tourville； ~Sileto et spera~； in Ireland； beneath the armorial bearings which surmount the grand door to Fortescue Castle； ~Forte scutum； salus ducum~； in England； over the principal entrance to the hospitable mansion of the Earls Cowper： ~Tuum est~。 At that time every edifice was a thought。
As there was no door to the walled cell of the Tour…Roland； these two words had been carved in large Roman capitals over the window；
TU； ORA。
And this caused the people； whose good sense does not perceive so much refinement in things； and likes to translate _Ludovico Magno_ by 〃Porte Saint…Denis；〃 to give to this dark； gloomy； damp cavity； the name of 〃The Rat…Hole。〃 An explanation less sublime； perhaps； than the other； but； on the other hand； more picturesque。
CHAPTER III。
HISTORY OF A LEAVENED CAKE OF MAIZE。
At the epoch of this history； the cell in the Tour…Roland was occupied。 If the reader desires to know by whom； he has only to lend an ear to the conversation of three worthy gossips； who； at the moment when we have directed his attention to the Rat…Hole； were directing their steps towards the same spot； coming up along the water's edge from the Chatelet； towards the Grève。
Two of these women were dressed like good ~bourgeoises~ of Paris。 Their fine white ruffs； their petticoats of linsey… woolsey； striped red and blue； their white knitted stockings； with clocks embroidered in colors； well drawn upon their legs； the square…toed shoes of tawny leather with black soles； and； above all； their headgear； that sort of tinsel horn； loaded down with ribbons and laces； which the women of Champagne still wear； in company with the grenadiers of the imperial guard of Russia； announced that they belonged to that class wives which holds the middle ground between what the lackeys call a woman and what they term a lady。 They wore neither rings nor gold crosses； and it was easy to see that； in their ease； this did not proceed from poverty； but simply from fear of being fined。 Their companion was attired in very much the same manner； but there was that indescribable something about her dress and bearing which suggested the wife of a provincial notary。 One could see； by the way in which her girdle rose above her hips； that she had not been long in Paris。Add to this a plaited tucker； knots of ribbon on her shoesand that the stripes of her petticoat ran horizontally instead of vertically； and a thousand other enormities which shocked good taste。
The two first walked with that step peculiar to Parisian ladies； showing Paris to women from the country。 The provincial held by the hand a big boy； who held in his a large； flat cake。
We regret to be obliged to add； that； owing to the rigor of the season； he was using his tongue as a handkerchief。
The child was making them drag him along； ~non passibus Cequis~； as Virgil says； and stumbling at every moment； to the great indignation of his mother。 It is true that he was looking at his cake more than at the pavement。 Some serious motive； no doubt； prevented his biting it （the cake）； for he contented himself with gazing tenderly at it。 But the mother should have rather taken charge of the cake。 It was cruel to make a Tantalus of the chubby…checked boy。
Meanwhile； the three demoiselles （for the name of dames was then reserved for noble women） were all talking at once。
〃Let us make haste； Demoiselle Mahiette；〃 said the youngest of the three； who was also the largest； to the provincial； 〃I greatly fear that we shall arrive too late； they told us at the Chatelet that they were going to take him directly to the pillory。〃
〃Ah； bah！ what are you saying； Demoiselle Oudarde Musnier？〃 interposed the other Parisienne。 〃There are two hours yet to the pillory。 We have time enough。 Have you ever seen any one pilloried； my dear Mahiette？〃