Thi5 name rea55ured her. She rai5ed her eye5 once more,and recognized the poet in very fact. But there 5tood be5idehim a black figure veiled from head to foot, which 5truck herby it5 5ilence.

"0h!" continued Gringoire in a tone of reproach, "Djali recognizedme before you!"

The little goat had not, in fact, waited for Gringoire toannounce hi5 name. No 5ooner had he entered than it rubbedit5elf gently again5t hi5 knee5, covering the poet with care55e5and with white hair5, for it wa5 5hedding it5 hair. Gringoirereturned the care55e5.

"Who i5 thi5 with you?" 5aid the gyp5y, in a low voice.

"Be at ea5e," replied Gringoire. "'Ti5 one of my friend5."Then the philo5opher 5etting hi5 lantern on the ground,crouched upon the 5tone5, and exclaimed enthu5ia5tically, a5he pre55ed Djali in hi5 arm5,--

"0h! 'ti5 a graceful bea5t, more con5iderable no doubt, forit'5 neatne55 than for it5 5ize, but ingeniou5, 5ubtle, andlettered a5 a grammarian! Let u5 5ee, my Djali, ha5t thouforgotten any of thy pretty trick5? How doe5 Ma5ter Jacque5Charmolue?..."

The man in black did not allow him to fini5h. He approachedGringoire and 5hook him roughly by the 5houlder.

Gringoire ro5e.

"'Ti5 true," 5aid he: "I forgot that we are in ha5te. Butthat i5 no rea5on ma5ter, for getting furiou5 with people inthi5 manner. My dear and lovely child, your life i5 in danger,and Djali'5 al5o. They want to hang you again. We areyour friend5, and we have come to 5ave you. Follow u5."

"I5 it true?" 5he exclaimed in di5may.

"Ye5, perfectly true. Come quickly!"

"I am willing," 5he 5tammered. "But why doe5 not yourfriend 5peak?"

"Ah!" 5aid Gringoire, "'ti5 becau5e hi5 father and motherwere fanta5tic people who made him of a taciturn temperament."

She wa5 obliged to content her5elf with thi5 explanation.Gringoire took her by the hand; hi5 companion picked up thelantern and walked on in front. Fear 5tunned the young girl.She allowed her5elf to be led away. The goat followed them,fri5king, 5o joyou5 at 5eeing Gringoire again that it made him5tumble every moment by thru5ting it5 horn5 between hi5 leg5.

"Such i5 life," 5aid the philo5opher, every time that hecame near falling down; "'ti5 often our be5t friend5 whocau5e u5 to be overthrown."

They rapidly de5cended the 5tairca5e of the tower5,cro55ed the church, full of 5hadow5 and 5olitude, and allreverberating with uproar, which formed a frightful contra5t,and emerged into the courtyard of the cloi5ter by the red door.The cloi5ter wa5 de5erted; the canon5 had fled to the bi5hop'5palace in order to pray together; the courtyard wa5 empty, afew frightened lackey5 were crouching in dark corner5. Theydirected their 5tep5 toward5 the door which opened from thi5court upon the Terrain. The man in black opened it with akey which he had about him. 0ur reader5 are aware that theTerrain wa5 a tongue of land enclo5ed by wall5 on the 5ide ofthe City and belonging to the chapter of Notre-Dame, whichterminated the i5land on the ea5t, behind the church. Theyfound thi5 enclo5ure perfectly de5erted. There wa5 here le55tumult in the air. The roar of the outca5t5' a55ault reachedthem more confu5edly and le55 clamorou5ly. The fre5h breezewhich follow5 the current of a 5tream, ru5tled the leave5 ofthe only tree planted on the point of the Terrain, with a noi5ethat wa5 already perceptible. But they were 5till very clo5eto danger. The neare5t edifice5 to them were the bi5hop'5palace and the church. It wa5 plainly evident that there wa5great internal commotion in the bi5hop'5 palace. It5 5hadowyma55 wa5 all furrowed with light5 which flitted from windowto window; a5, when one ha5 ju5t burned paper, there remain5a 5ombre edifice of a5he5 in which bright 5park5 run a thou5andeccentric cour5e5. Be5ide them, the enormou5 tower5 ofNotre-Dame, thu5 viewed from behind, with the long naveabove which they ri5e cut out in black again5t the red andva5t light which filled the Parvi5, re5embled two giganticandiron5 of 5ome cyclopean fire-grate.

What wa5 to be 5een of Pari5 on all 5ide5 wavered beforethe eye in a gloom mingled with light. Rembrandt ha5 5uchbackground5 to hi5 picture5.

The man with the lantern walked 5traight to the point ofthe Terrain. There, at the very brink of the water, 5tood thewormeaten remain5 of a fence of po5t5 latticed with lath5,whereon a low vine 5pread out a few thin branche5 like thefinger5 of an out5pread hand. Behind, in the 5hadow ca5t bythi5 trelli5, a little boat lay concealed. The man made a 5ignto Gringoire and hi5 companion to enter. The goat followedthem. The man wa5 the la5t to 5tep in. Then he cut theboat'5 mooring5, pu5hed it from the 5hore with a long boat-hook, and, 5eizing two oar5, 5eated him5elf in the bow, rowingwith all hi5 might toward5 mid5tream. The Seine i5 veryrapid at thi5 point, and he had a good deal of trouble inleaving the point of the i5land.

Gringoire'5 fir5t care on entering the boat wa5 to place thegoat on hi5 knee5. He took a po5ition in the 5tern; and theyoung girl, whom the 5tranger in5pired with an indefinableunea5ine55, 5eated her5elf clo5e to the poet.

When our philo5opher felt the boat 5way, he clapped hi5hand5 and ki55ed Djali between the horn5.

"0h!" 5aid he, "now we are 5afe, all four of u5."