《the hunchback of notre dame》

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Phoebus exclaimed: 〃A purse in your pocket; Jehan! 'tis the moon in a bucket of water; one sees it there but 'tis not there。  There is nothing but its shadow。  Pardieu!  let us wager that these are pebbles!〃

Jehan replied coldly: 〃Here are the pebbles wherewith I pave my fob!〃

And without adding another word; he emptied the purse on a neighboring post; with the air of a Roman saving his country。

〃True God!〃 muttered Phoebus; 〃targes; big…blanks; little blanks; mailles;* every two worth one of Tournay; farthings of Paris; real eagle liards!  'Tis dazzling!〃


*  An ancient copper coin; the forty…fourth part of a sou or the twelfth part of a farthing。


Jehan remained dignified and immovable。  Several liards had rolled into the mud; the captain in his enthusiasm stooped to pick them up。  Jehan restrained him。

〃Fye; Captain Phoebus de Chateaupers!〃

Phoebus counted the coins; and turning towards Jehan with solemnity; 〃Do you know; Jehan; that there are three and twenty sous parisis! whom have you plundered to…night; in the Street Cut…Weazand?〃

Jehan flung back his blonde and curly head; and said; half… closing his eyes disdainfully;

〃We have a brother who is an archdeacon and a fool。〃

〃~Corne de Dieu~!〃 exclaimed Phoebus; 〃the worthy man!〃

〃Let us go and drink;〃 said Jehan。

〃Where shall we go?〃 said Phoebus; 〃'To Eve's Apple。'〃

〃No; captain; to 'Ancient Science。'  An old woman sawing a basket handle*; 'tis a rebus; and I like that。〃


* ~Une vielle qui scie une anse~。


〃A plague on rebuses; Jehan! the wine is better at 'Eve's Apple'; and then; beside the door there is a vine in the sun which cheers me while I am drinking。〃

〃Well! here goes for Eve and her apple;〃 said the student; and taking Phoebus's arm。  〃By the way; my dear captain; you just mentioned the Rue Coupe…Gueule* That is a very bad form of speech; people are no longer so barbarous。  They say; Coupe…Gorge**。〃


*  Cut…Weazand Street。

** Cut…Throat Street。


The two friends set out towards 〃Eve's Apple。〃  It is unnecessary to mention that they had first gathered up the money; and that the archdeacon followed them。

The archdeacon followed them; gloomy and haggard。  Was this the Phoebus whose accursed name had been mingled with all his thoughts ever since his interview with Gringoire?  He did not know it; but it was at least a Phoebus; and that magic name sufficed to make the archdeacon follow the two heedless comrades with the stealthy tread of a wolf; listening to their words and observing their slightest gestures with anxious attention。  Moreover; nothing was easier than to hear everything they said; as they talked loudly; not in the least concerned that the passers…by were taken into their confidence。  They talked of duels; wenches; wine pots; and folly。

At the turning of a street; the sound of a tambourine reached them from a neighboring square。  Dom Claude heard the officer say to the scholar;

〃Thunder!  Let us hasten our steps!〃


〃Why; Phoebus?〃

〃I'm afraid lest the Bohemian should see me。〃

〃What Bohemian?〃

〃The little girl with the goat。〃

〃La Smeralda?〃

〃That's it; Jehan。  I always forget her devil of a name。 Let us make haste; she will recognize me。  I don't want to have that girl accost me in the street。〃

〃Do you know her; Phoebus?〃

Here the archdeacon saw Phoebus sneer; bend down to Jehan's ear; and say a few words to him in a low voice; then Phoebus burst into a laugh; and shook his head with a triumphant air。

〃Truly?〃 said Jehan。

〃Upon my soul!〃 said Phoebus。

〃This evening?〃

〃This evening。〃

〃Are you sure that she will come?〃

〃Are you a fool; Jehan?  Does one doubt such things?〃

〃Captain Phoebus; you are a happy gendarme!〃

The archdeacon heard the whole of this conversation。  His teeth chattered; a visible shiver ran through his whole body。 He halted for a moment; leaned against a post like a drunken man; then followed the two merry knaves。

At the moment when he overtook them once more; they had changed their conversation。  He heard them singing at the top of their lungs the ancient refrain;


         ~Les enfants des Petits…Carreaux          Se font pendre cornme des veaux~*。


* The children of the Petits Carreaux let themselves be hung like calves。




CHAPTER VII。

THE MYSTERIOUS MONK。



The illustrious wine shop of 〃Eve's Apple〃 was situated in the University; at the corner of the Rue de la Rondelle and the Rue de la Batonnier。  It was a very spacious and very low hail on the ground floor; with a vaulted ceiling whose central spring rested upon a huge pillar of wood painted yellow; tables everywhere; shining pewter jugs hanging on the walls; always a large number of drinkers; a plenty of wenches; a window on the street; a vine at the door; and over the door a flaring piece of sheet…iron; painted with an apple and a woman; rusted by the rain and turning with the wind on an iron pin。  This species of weather…vane which looked upon the pavement was the signboard。

Night was falling; the square was dark; the wine…shop; full of candles; flamed afar like a forge in the gloom; the noise of glasses and feasting; of oaths and quarrels; which escaped through the broken panes; was audible。  Through the mist which the warmth of the room spread over the window in front; a hundred confused figures could be seen swarming; and from time to time a burst of noisy laughter broke forth from it。  The passers…by who were going about their business; slipped past this tumultuous window without glancing at it。 Only at intervals did some little ragged boy raise himself on tiptoe as far as the ledge; and hurl into the drinking…shop; that ancient; jeering hoot; with which drunken men were then pursued: 〃Aux Houls; saouls; saouls; saouls!〃

Nevertheless; one man paced imperturbably back and forth in front of the tavern; gazing at it incessantly; and going no further from it than a pikernan from his sentry…box。  He was enveloped in a mantle to his very nose。  This mantle he had just purchased of the old…clothes man; in the vicinity of the 〃Eve's Apple;〃 no doubt to protect himself from the cold of the March evening; possibly also; to conceal his costume。 From time to time he paused in front of the dim window with its leaden lattice; listened; looked; and stamped his foot。

At length the door of the dram…shop opened。  This was what he appeared to be waiting for。  Two boon companions came forth。  The ray of light which escaped from the door crimsoned for a moment their jovial faces。

The man in the mantle went and stationed himself on the watch under a porch on the other side of the street。

〃~Corne et tonnerre~!〃 said one of the comrades。  〃Seven o'clock is on the point of striking。  'Tis the hour of my appointed meeting。〃

〃I tell you;〃 repeated his companion; with a thick tongue; 〃that I don't live in the Rue des Mauvaises Paroles; ~indignus qui inter mala verba habitat~。  I have a lodging in the Rue Jean…Pain…Mollet; ~in vico Johannis Pain…Mollet~。  You are more horned than a unicorn if you assert the contrary。 Every one knows that he who once mounts astride a bear is never after afraid; but you have a nose turned to dainties like Saint…Jacques of the hospital。〃

〃Jehan; my friend; you are drunk;〃 said the other。

The other replied staggering; 〃It pleases you to say so; Phoebus; but it hath been proved that Plato had the profile of a hound。〃

The reader has; no doubt; already recognized our two brave friends; the captain and the scholar。  It appears that the man who was lying in wait for them had also recognized them; for he slowly followed all the zigzags that the scholar caused the captain to make; who being a more hardened drinker had retained all his self…possession。  By listening to them attentively; the man in the mantle could catch in its entirety the following interesting conversation;

〃~Corbacque~!  Do try to walk straight; master bachelor; you know that I must leave you。  Here it is seven o'clock。 I have an appointment with a woman。〃

〃Leave me then!  I see stars and lances of fire。  You are like the Chateau de Dampmartin; which is bursting with laughter。〃

〃By the warts of my grandmother; Jehan; you are raving with too much rabidness。  By the way; Jehan; have you any money left?〃

〃Monsieur Rector; there is no mistake; the little butcher's shop; ~parva boucheria~。〃

〃Jehau!  my friend Jehan!  You know that I made an appointment with that little girl at the end of the Pont Saint… Michel; and I can only take her to the Falourdel's; the old crone of the bridge; and that I must pay for a chamber。  The old witch with a white moustache would not trust me。  Jehan! for pity's sake!  Have we drunk up the whole of the curé's purse?  Have you not a single parisis left?〃

〃The consciousness of having spent the other hours well is a just and savory condiment for the table。〃

〃Belly and guts! a truce to your whimsical nonsense!  Tell me; Jehan of the devil! have you any money left?  Give it to me; ~bédieu~!〃 or I will search you; were you as leprous as Job; and as scabby as Caesar!〃

〃Monsieur; the Rue Galiache is a street which hath at one end the Rue de la Verrerie; and at the other the Rue de la Tixeranderie。〃

〃Well; yes! my good friend Jehan; my poor comrade; the Rue Galiache is good; very good。  But in the name of heaven collect your wits。  I must have a sou parisis; and the appointment is for seven o'clock。〃

〃Silence for the rondo; and attention to the refrain;


         〃~Quand les rats mangeront les cas;          Le roi sera seigneur d'Arras;          Quand la mer; qui est grande et le(e          Sera a la Saint…Jean gele(e;          On verra; par…dessus la glace;          Sortir ceux d'Arras de leur place~*。〃


*  When the rats eat the cats; the king will be lord of Arras; when the sea which is great and wide; is frozen over at St。 John's tide; men will see across the ice; those who dwell in Arras quit their place。

〃Well; scholar of Antichrist; may you be strangled with the entrails of your mother!〃 exclaimed Phoebus; and he gave the drunken scholar a rough push; the latter slipped against the wall; and slid flabbily to the pavement of Philip Augustus。  A remnant of fraternal pity; which never abandons
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