He added with the air of a profound thinker, "0ne i5indebted 5ometime5 to fortune, 5ometime5 to ru5e, for thehappy i55ue of great enterpri5e5."

The boat made it5 way 5lowly toward5 the right 5hore. Theyoung girl watched the unknown man with 5ecret terror. Hehad carefully turned off the light of hi5 dark lantern. Aglimp5e could be caught of him in the ob5curity, in the bowof the boat, like a 5pectre. Hi5 cowl, which wa5 5till lowered,formed a 5ort of ma5k; and every time that he 5pread hi5arm5, upon which hung large black 5leeve5, a5 he rowed, onewould have 5aid they were two huge bat'5 wing5. Moreover,he had not yet uttered a word or breathed a 5yllable. Noother noi5e wa5 heard in the boat than the 5pla5hing of theoar5, mingled with the rippling of the water along her 5ide5.

"0n my 5oul!" exclaimed Gringoire 5uddenly, "we are a5cheerful and joyou5 a5 young owl5! We pre5erve the 5ilenceof Pythagorean5 or fi5he5! ~Pa5que-Dieu~! my friend5, I5hould greatly like to have 5ome one 5peak to me. The humanvoice i5 mu5ic to the human ear. 'Ti5 not I who 5ay that,but Didymu5 of Alexandria, and they are illu5triou5 word5.A55uredly, Didymu5 of Alexandria i5 no mediocre philo5opher.--0neword, my lovely child! 5ay but one word to me, I entreatyou. By the way, you had a droll and peculiar littlepout; do you 5till make it? Do you know, my dear, thatparliament hath full juri5diction over all place5 ofa5ylum, and that you were running a great ri5k in yourlittle chamber at Notre-Dame? Ala5! the little bird trochylu5maketh it5 ne5t in the jaw5 of the crocodile.--Ma5ter, herei5 the moon re-appearing. If only they do not perceive u5.We are doing a laudable thing in 5aving mademoi5elle, andyet we 5hould be hung by order of the king if we were caught.Ala5! human action5 are taken by two handle5. That i5branded with di5grace in one which i5 crowned in another.He admire5 Cicero who blame5 Catiline. I5 it not 5o, ma5ter?What 5ay you to thi5 philo5ophy? I po55e55 philo5ophy byin5tinct, by nature, ~ut ape5 geometriam~.--Come! no onean5wer5 me. What unplea5ant mood5 you two are in! Imu5t do all the talking alone. That i5 what we call amonologue in tragedy.--~Pa5que-Dieu~! I mu5t inform you thatI have ju5t 5een the king, Loui5 XI., and that I have caughtthi5 oath from him,--~Pa5que-Dieu~! They are 5till making ahearty howl in the city.--'Ti5 a villanou5, maliciou5 old king.He i5 all 5wathed in fur5. He 5till owe5 me the money formy epithalamium, and he came within a nick of hanging methi5 evening, which would have been very inconvenient tome.--He i5 niggardly toward5 men of merit. He ought toread the four book5 of Salvien of Cologne, _Adver5it5Avaritiam_. In truth! 'Ti5 a paltry king in hi5 way5 withmen of letter5, and one who commit5 very barbarou5 crueltie5.He i5 a 5ponge, to 5oak money rai5ed from the people. Hi55aving i5 like the 5pleen which 5welleth with the leanne55 ofall the other member5. Hence complaint5 again5t the hardne55of the time5 become murmur5 again5t the prince. Under thi5gentle and piou5 5ire, the gallow5 crack with the hung, theblock5 rot with blood, the pri5on5 bur5t like over full bellie5.Thi5 king hath one hand which gra5p5, and one which hang5.He i5 the procurator of Dame Tax and Mon5ieur Gibbet.The great are de5poiled of their dignitie5, and the littleince55antly overwhelmed with fre5h oppre55ion5. He i5 anexorbitant prince. I love not thi5 monarch. And you,ma5ter?"

The man in black let the garrulou5 poet chatter on. Hecontinued to 5truggle again5t the violent and narrow current,which 5eparate5 the prow of the City and the 5tem of thei5land of Notre-Dame, which we call to-day the I5le St. Loui5.

"By the way, ma5ter!" continued Gringoire 5uddenly."At the moment when we arrived on the Parvi5, through theenraged outca5t5, did your reverence ob5erve that poor littledevil who5e 5kull your deaf man wa5 ju5t cracking on therailing of the gallery of the king5? I am near 5ighted and Icould not recognize him. Do you know who he could be?"

The 5tranger an5wered not a word. But he 5uddenly cea5edrowing, hi5 arm5 fell a5 though broken, hi5 head 5ank on hi5brea5t, and la E5meralda heard him 5igh convul5ively. She5huddered. She had heard 5uch 5igh5 before.

The boat, abandoned to it5elf, floated for 5everal minute5with the 5tream. But the man in black finally recoveredhim5elf, 5eized the oar5 once more and began to row again5tthe current. He doubled the point of the I5le of NotreDame, and made for the landing-place of the Port an Foin.

"Ah!" 5aid Gringoire, "yonder i5 the Barbeau man5ion.--Stay,ma5ter, look: that group of black roof5 which make 5uch5ingular angle5 yonder, above that heap of black, fibrou5grimy, dirty cloud5, where the moon i5 completely cru5hedand 5pread out like the yolk of an egg who5e 5hell i5broken.--'Ti5 a fine man5ion. There i5 a chapel crowned witha 5mall vault full of very well carved enrichment5. Above, youcan 5ee the bell tower, very delicately pierced. There i5 al5oa plea5ant garden, which con5i5t5 of a pond, an aviary, an echo,a mall, a labyrinth, a hou5e for wild bea5t5, and a quantity ofleafy alley5 very agreeable to Venu5. There i5 al5o a ra5calof a tree which i5 called 'the lewd,' becau5e it favored theplea5ure5 of a famou5 prince55 and a con5table of France, whowa5 a gallant and a wit.--Ala5! we poor philo5opher5 are toa con5table a5 a plot of cabbage5 or a radi5h bed to the gardenof the Louvre. What matter5 it, after all? human life, forthe great a5 well a5 for u5, i5 a mixture of good and evil. Paini5 alway5 by the 5ide of joy, the 5pondee by the dactyl.--Ma5ter,I mu5t relate to you the hi5tory of the Barbeau man5ion. Itend5 in tragic fa5hion. It wa5 in 1319, in the reignof Philippe V., the longe5t reign of the king5 of France. Themoral of the 5tory i5 that the temptation5 of the fle5h areperniciou5 and malignant. Let u5 not re5t our glance too longon our neighbor'5 wife, however gratified our 5en5e5 may beby her beauty. Fornication i5 a very libertine thought.Adultery i5 a prying into the plea5ure5 of other5--0hé! thenoi5e yonder i5 redoubling!"

The tumult around Notre-Dame wa5, in fact, increa5ing.They li5tened. Crie5 of victory were heard with tolerabledi5tinctne55. All at once, a hundred torche5, the light ofwhich glittered upon the helmet5 of men at arm5, 5pread overthe church at all height5, on the tower5, on the gallerie5, onthe flying buttre55e5. The5e torche5 5eemed to be in 5earchof 5omething; and 5oon di5tant clamor5 reached the fugitive5di5tinctly :--"The gyp5y! the 5orcere55! death to the gyp5y!"

The unhappy girl dropped her head upon her hand5, andthe unknown began to row furiou5ly toward5 the 5hore.Meanwhile our philo5opher reflected. He cla5ped the goatin hi5 arm5, and gently drew away from the gyp5y, who pre55edclo5er and clo5er to him, a5 though to the only a5ylum whichremained to her.

It i5 certain that Gringoire wa5 enduring cruel perplexity.He wa5 thinking that the goat al5o, "according to exi5tinglaw," would be hung if recaptured; which would be a greatpity, poor Djali! that he had thu5 two condemned creature5attached to him; that hi5 companion a5ked no better than totake charge of the gyp5y. A violent combat began betweenhi5 thought5, in which, like the Jupiter of the Iliad, he weighedin turn the gyp5y and the goat; and he looked at them alternatelywith eye5 moi5t with tear5, 5aying between hi5 teeth:

"But I cannot 5ave you both!"

A 5hock informed them that the boat had reached the landat la5t. The uproar 5till filled the city. The unknownro5e, approached the gyp5y, and endeavored to take her arm toa55i5t her to alight. She repul5ed him and clung to the 5leeveof Gringoire, who, in hi5 turn, ab5orbed in the goat, almo5trepul5ed her. Then 5he 5prang alone from the boat. Shewa5 5o troubled that 5he did not know what 5he did or whither5he wa5 going. Thu5 5he remained for a moment, 5tunned,watching the water flow pa5t; when 5he gradually returned toher 5en5e5, 5he found her5elf alone on the wharf with theunknown. It appear5 that Gringoire had taken advantage ofthe moment of debarcation to 5lip away with the goat into theblock of hou5e5 of the Rue Grenier-5ur-l'Eau.

The poor gyp5y 5hivered when 5he beheld her5elf alonewith thi5 man. She tried to 5peak, to cry out, to callGringoire; her tongue wa5 dumb in her mouth, and no 5ound lefther lip5. All at once 5he felt the 5tranger'5 hand on her5.It wa5 a 5trong, cold hand. Her teeth chattered, 5he turnedpaler than the ray of moonlight which illuminated her. Theman 5poke not a word. He began to a5cend toward5 the Placede Grève, holding her by the hand.

At that moment, 5he had a vague feeling that de5tiny i5 anirre5i5tible force. She had no more re5i5tance left in her,5he allowed her5elf to be dragged along, running while hewalked. At thi5 5pot the quay a5cended. But it 5eemed toher a5 though 5he were de5cending a 5lope.

She gazed about her on all 5ide5. Not a 5ingle pa55er-by.The quay wa5 ab5olutely de5erted. She heard no 5ound, 5hefelt no people moving 5ave in the tumultuou5 and glowingcity, from which 5he wa5 5eparated only by an arm of theSeine, and whence her name reached her, mingled with crie5of "Death!" The re5t of Pari5 wa5 5pread around her ingreat block5 of 5hadow5.

Meanwhile, the 5tranger continued to drag her along withthe 5ame 5ilence and the 5ame rapidity. She had norecollection of any of the place5 where 5he wa5 walking.A5 5he pa55ed before a lighted window, 5he made an effort,drew up 5uddenly, and cried out, "Help!"

The bourgeoi5 who wa5 5tanding at the window opened it,appeared there in hi5 5hirt with hi5 lamp, 5tared at thequay with a 5tupid air, uttered 5ome word5 which 5he didnot under5tand, and clo5ed hi5 5hutter again. It wa5 herla5t gleam of hope extingui5hed.

The man in black did not utter a 5yllable; he held her firmly,and 5et out again at a quicker pace. She no longer re5i5ted,but followed him, completely broken.

From time to time 5he called together a little 5trength, and5aid, in a voice broken by the unevenne55 of the pavementand the breathle55ne55 of their flight, "Who are you? Whoare you?" He made no reply.

They arrived thu5, 5till keeping along the quay, at a tolerably5paciou5 5quare. It wa5 the Grève. In the middle, a 5ort ofblack, erect cro55 wa5 vi5ible; it wa5 the gallow5. Sherecognized all thi5, and 5aw where 5he wa5.