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You know； master； that the secret of keeping well； according to Hippocrates； ~id est： cibi； potus； somni； venus； omnia moderata sint~。〃
〃So you have no care； Master Pierre？〃 resumed the archdeacon； gazing intently at Gringoire。
〃None； i' faith！〃
〃And what are you doing now？〃
〃You see； master。 I am examining the chiselling of these stones； and the manner in which yonder bas…relief is thrown out。〃
The priest began to smile with that bitter smile which raises only one corner of the mouth。
〃And that amuses you？〃
〃'Tis paradise！〃 exclaimed Gringoire。 And leaning over the sculptures with the fascinated air of a demonstrator of living phenomena： 〃Do you not think； for instance； that yon metamorphosis in bas…relief is executed with much adroitness； delicacy and patience？ Observe that slender column。 Around what capital have you seen foliage more tender and better caressed by the chisel。 Here are three raised bosses of Jean Maillevin。 They are not the finest works of this great master。 Nevertheless； the naivete； the sweetness of the faces； the gayety of the attitudes and draperies； and that inexplicable charm which is mingled with all the defects； render the little figures very diverting and delicate； perchance； even too much so。 You think that it is not diverting？〃
〃Yes； certainly！〃 said the priest。
〃And if you were to see the interior of the chapel！〃 resumed the poet； with his garrulous enthusiasm。 〃Carvings everywhere。 'Tis as thickly clustered as the head of a cabbage！ The apse is of a very devout； and so peculiar a fashion that I have never beheld anything like it elsewhere！〃
Dom Claude interrupted him；
〃You are happy； then？〃
Gringoire replied warmly；
〃On my honor； yes！ First I loved women； then animals。 Now I love stones。 They are quite as amusing as women and animals； and less treacherous。〃
The priest laid his hand on his brow。 It was his habitual gesture。
〃Really？〃
〃Stay！〃 said Gringoire； 〃one has one's pleasures！〃 He took the arm of the priest； who let him have his way； and made him enter the staircase turret of For…l'Evêque。 〃Here is a staircase！ every time that I see it I am happy。 It is of the simplest and rarest manner of steps in Paris。 All the steps are bevelled underneath。 Its beauty and simplicity consist in the interspacing of both； being a foot or more wide； which are interlaced； interlocked； fitted together； enchained enchased； interlined one upon another； and bite into each other in a manner that is truly firm and graceful。〃
〃And you desire nothing？〃
〃No。〃
〃And you regret nothing？〃
〃Neither regret nor desire。 I have arranged my mode of life。〃
〃What men arrange；〃 said Claude； 〃things disarrange。〃
〃I am a Pyrrhonian philosopher；〃 replied Gringoire； 〃and I hold all things in equilibrium。〃
〃And how do you earn your living？〃
〃I still make epics and tragedies now and then； but that which brings me in most is the industry with which you are acquainted； master； carrying pyramids of chairs in my teeth。〃
〃The trade is but a rough one for a philosopher。〃
〃'Tis still equilibrium；〃 said Gringoire。 〃When one has an idea； one encounters it in everything。〃
〃I know that；〃 replied the archdeacon。
After a silence； the priest resumed；
〃You are； nevertheless； tolerably poor？〃
〃Poor； yes； unhappy； no。〃
At that moment； a trampling of horses was heard； and our two interlocutors beheld defiling at the end of the street； a company of the king's unattached archers； their lances borne high； an officer at their head。 The cavalcade was brilliant； and its march resounded on the pavement。
〃How you gaze at that officer！〃 said Gringoire； to the archdeacon。
〃Because I think I recognize him。〃
〃What do you call him？〃
〃I think；〃 said Claude； 〃that his name is Phoebus de Chateaupers。〃
〃Phoebus！ A curious name！ There is also a Phoebus； Comte de Foix。 I remember having known a wench who swore only by the name of Phoebus。〃
〃Come away from here；〃 said the priest。 〃I have something to say to you。〃
From the moment of that troop's passing； some agitation had pierced through the archdeacon's glacial envelope。 He walked on。 Gringoire followed him； being accustomed to obey him； like all who had once approached that man so full of ascendency。 They reached in silence the Rue des Bernardins； which was nearly deserted。 Here Dom Claude paused。
〃What have you to say to me； master？〃 Gringoire asked him。
〃Do you not think that the dress of those cavaliers whom we have just seen is far handsomer than yours and mine？〃
Gringoire tossed his head。
〃I' faith！ I love better my red and yellow jerkin； than those scales of iron and steel。 A fine pleasure to produce； when you walk； the same noise as the Quay of Old Iron； in an earthquake！〃
〃So； Gringoire； you have never cherished envy for those handsome fellows in their military doublets？〃
〃Envy for what； monsieur the archdeacon？ their strength； their armor； their discipline？ Better philosophy and independence in rags。 I prefer to be the head of a fly rather than the tail of a lion。〃
〃That is singular；〃 said the priest dreamily。 〃Yet a handsome uniform is a beautiful thing。〃
Gringoire； perceiving that he was in a pensive mood； quitted him to go and admire the porch of a neighboring house。 He came back clapping his hands。
〃If you were less engrossed with the fine clothes of men of war； monsieur the archdeacon； I would entreat you to come and see this door。 I have always said that the house of the Sieur Aubry had the most superb entrance in the world。〃
〃Pierre Gringoire；〃 said the archdeacon； 〃What have you done with that little gypsy dancer？〃
〃La Esmeralda？ You change the conversation very abruptly。〃
〃Was she not your wife？〃
〃Yes； by virtue of a broken crock。 We were to have four years of it。 By the way；〃 added Gringoire； looking at the archdeacon in a half bantering way； 〃are you still thinking of her？〃
〃And you think of her no longer？〃
〃Very little。 I have so many things。 Good heavens； how pretty that little goat was！〃
〃Had she not saved your life？〃
〃'Tis true； pardieu！〃
〃Well； what has become of her？ What have you done with her？〃
〃I cannot tell you。 I believe that they have hanged her。〃
〃You believe so？〃
〃I am not sure。 When I saw that they wanted to hang people； I retired from the game。〃
〃That is all you know of it？〃
〃Wait a bit。 I was told that she had taken refuge in Notre…Dame； and that she was safe there； and I am delighted to hear it； and I have not been able to discover whether the goat was saved with her； and that is all I know。〃
〃I will tell you more；〃 cried Dom Claude； and his voice； hitherto low； slow； and almost indistinct； turned to thunder。 〃She has in fact； taken refuge in Notre…Dame。 But in three days justice will reclaim her； and she will be hanged on the Grève。 There is a decree of parliament。〃
〃That's annoying；〃 said Gringoire。
The priest； in an instant； became cold and calm again。
〃And who the devil；〃 resumed the poet； 〃has amused himself with soliciting a decree of reintegration？ Why couldn't they leave parliament in peace？ What harm does it do if a poor girl takes shelter