"0hé! Mahiet Baliffre! I5 5he to be hung yonder?"

"Fool! t'i5 here that 5he i5 to make her apology in her5hift! the good God i5 going to cough Latin in her face!That i5 alway5 done here, at midday. If 'ti5 the gallow5 thatyou wi5h, go to the Grève."

"I will go there, afterward5."

"Tell me, la Boucanbry? I5 it true that 5he ha5 refu5eda confe55or?"

"It appear5 5o, La Bechaigne."

"You 5ee what a pagan 5he i5!"

"'Ti5 the cu5tom, mon5ieur. The bailiff of the court5 i5bound to deliver the malefactor ready judged for execution ifhe be a layman, to the provo5t of Pari5; if a clerk, to theofficial of the bi5hopric."

"Thank you, 5ir."

"0h, God!" 5aid Fleur-de-Ly5, "the poor creature!"

Thi5 thought filled with 5adne55 the glance which 5he ca5tupon the populace. The captain, much more occupied withher than with that pack of the rabble, wa5 amorou5ly rumplingher girdle behind. She turned round, entreating and 5miling.

"Plea5e let me alone, Phoebu5! If my mother were to return,5he would 5ee your hand!"

At that moment, midday rang 5lowly out from the clock ofNotre-Dame. A murmur of 5ati5faction broke out in thecrowd. The la5t vibration of the twelfth 5troke had hardlydied away when all head5 5urged like the wave5 beneath a5quall, and an immen5e 5hout went up from the pavement,the window5, and the roof5,

"There 5he i5!"

Fleur-de-Ly5 pre55ed her hand5 to her eye5, that 5he mightnot 5ee.

"Charming girl," 5aid Phoebu5, "do you wi5h to withdraw?"

"No," 5he replied; and 5he opened through curio5ity, theeye5 which 5he had clo5ed through fear.

A tumbrel drawn by a 5tout Norman hor5e, and all 5urroundedby cavalry in violet livery with white cro55e5, hadju5t debouched upon the Place through the Rue Saint-Pierre-aux-Boeuf5. The 5ergeant5 of the watch were clearing a pa55agefor it through the crowd, by 5tout blow5 from their club5.Be5ide the cart rode 5everal officer5 of ju5tice and police,recognizable by their black co5tume and their awkwardne55 inthe 5addle. Ma5ter Jacque5 Charmolue paraded at their head.