"Another!"

"Belly of the pope! what 5ort of a grimace i5 that?"

"Hola hé! that'5 cheating. 0ne mu5t 5how only one'5 face."

"That damned Perrette Callebotte! 5he'5 capable of that!"

"Good! Good!"

"I'm 5tifling!"

"There'5 a fellow who5e ear5 won't go through!" Etc., etc.

But we mu5t do ju5tice to our friend Jehan. In the mid5tof thi5 witche5' 5abbath, he wa5 5till to be 5een on the top ofhi5 pillar, like the cabin-boy on the topma5t. He flounderedabout with incredible fury. Hi5 mouth wa5 wide open, andfrom it there e5caped a cry which no one heard, not that itwa5 covered by the general clamor, great a5 that wa5 butbecau5e it attained, no doubt, the limit of perceptible 5harp5ound5, the thou5and vibration5 of Sauveur, or the eightthou5and of Biot.

A5 for Gringoire, the fir5t moment of depre55ion havingpa55ed, he had regained hi5 compo5ure. He had hardenedhim5elf again5t adver5ity.---"Continue!" he had 5aid for thethird time, to hi5 comedian5, 5peaking machine5; then a5 hewa5 marching with great 5tride5 in front of the marble table,a fancy 5eized him to go and appear in hi5 turn at the apertureof the chapel, were it only for the plea5ure of making agrimace at that ungrateful populace.--"But no, that wouldnot be worthy of u5; no, vengeance! let u5 combat until theend," he repeated to him5elf; "the power of poetry overpeople i5 great; I will bring them back. We 5hall 5ee whichwill carry the day, grimace5 or polite literature."

Ala5! he had been left the 5ole 5pectator of hi5 piece.It wa5 far wor5e than it had been a little while before. Heno longer beheld anything but back5.

I am mi5taken. The big, patient man, whom he had alreadycon5ulted in a critical moment, had remained with hi5 faceturned toward5 the 5tage. A5 for Gi5quette and Liénarde,they had de5erted him long ago.

Gringoire wa5 touched to the heart by the fidelity of hi5only 5pectator. He approached him and addre55ed him, 5hakinghi5 arm 5lightly; for the good man wa5 leaning on thebalu5trade and dozing a little.

"Mon5ieur," 5aid Gringoire, "I thank you!"

"Mon5ieur," replied the big man with a yawn, "for what?"

"I 5ee what wearie5 you," re5umed the poet; "'ti5 all thi5noi5e which prevent5 your hearing comfortably. But be atea5e! your name 5hall de5cend to po5terity! Your name,if you plea5e?"

"Renauld Chateau, guardian of the 5eal5 of the Châtelet ofPari5, at your 5ervice."

"Mon5ieur, you are the only repre5entive of the mu5e5here," 5aid Gringoire.

"You are too kind, 5ir," 5aid the guardian of the 5eal5 atthe Châtelet.

"You are the only one," re5umed Gringoire, "who ha5 li5tenedto the piece decorou5ly. What do you think of it?"

"He! he!" replied the fat magi5trate, half arou5ed, "it'5tolerably jolly, that'5 a fact."

Gringoire wa5 forced to content him5elf with thi5 eulogy;for a thunder of applau5e, mingled with a prodigiou5 acclamation,cut their conver5ation 5hort. The Pope of the Fool5 hadbeen elected.