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〃Ah！ i' faith no！〃 he said in the tone of a man just waking up。 〃Be hanged！ 'tis too absurd。 I will not。〃
〃Farewell； then！〃 and the archdeacon added between his teeth： 〃I'll find you again！〃
〃I do not want that devil of a man to find me；〃 thought Gringoire； and he ran after Dom Claude。 〃Stay； monsieur the archdeacon； no ill…feeling between old friends！ You take an interest in that girl； my wife； I mean； and 'tis well。 You have devised a scheme to get her out of Notre…Dame； but your way is extremely disagreeable to me； Gringoire。 If I had only another one myself！ I beg to say that a luminous inspiration has just occurred to me。 If I possessed an expedient for extricating her from a dilemma； without compromising my own neck to the extent of a single running knot； what would you say to it？ Will not that suffice you？ Is it absolutely necessary that I should be hanged； in order that you may be content？〃
The priest tore out the buttons of his cassock with impatience： 〃Stream of words！ What is your plan？〃
〃Yes；〃 resumed Gringoire； talking to himself and touching his nose with his forefinger in sign of meditation；〃that's it！The thieves are brave fellows！The tribe of Egypt love her！They will rise at the first word！Nothing easier！A sudden stroke。Under cover of the disorder； they will easily carry her off！Beginning to…morrow evening。 They will ask nothing better。
〃The plan！ speak；〃 cried the archdeacon shaking him。
Gringoire turned majestically towards him： 〃Leave me！ You see that I am composing。〃 He meditated for a few moments more； then began to clap his hands over his thought； crying： 〃Admirable！ success is sure！〃
〃The plan！〃 repeated Claude in wrath。
Gringoire was radiant。
〃Come； that I may tell you that very softly。 'Tis a truly gallant counter…plot； which will extricate us all from the matter。 Pardieu； it must be admitted that I am no fool。〃
He broke off。
〃Oh； by the way！ is the little goat with the wench？〃
〃Yes。 The devil take you！〃
〃They would have hanged it also； would they not？〃
〃What is that to me？〃
〃Yes； they would have hanged it。 They hanged a sow last month。 The headsman loveth that； he eats the beast afterwards。 Take my pretty Djali！ Poor little lamb！〃
〃Malediction！〃 exclaimed Dom Claude。 〃You are the executioner。 What means of safety have you found； knave？ Must your idea be extracted with the forceps？〃
〃Very fine； master； this is it。〃
Gringoire bent his head to the archdeacon's head and spoke to him in a very low voice； casting an uneasy glance the while from one end to the other of the street； though no one was passing。 When he had finished； Dom Claude took his hand and said coldly ： 〃'Tis well。 Farewell until to…morrow。〃
〃Until to…morrow；〃 repeated Gringoire。 And； while the archdeacon was disappearing in one direction； he set off in the other； saying to himself in a low voice： 〃Here's a grand affair； Monsieur Pierre Gringoire。 Never mind！ 'Tis not written that because one is of small account one should take fright at a great enterprise。 Bitou carried a great bull on his shoulders； the water…wagtails； the warblers； and the buntings traverse the ocean。〃
CHAPTER II。
TURN VAGABOND。
On re…entering the cloister； the archdeacon found at the door of his cell his brother Jehan du Moulin； who was waiting for him； and who had beguiled the tedium of waiting by drawing on the wall with a bit of charcoal； a profile of his elder brother； enriched with a monstrous nose。
Dom Claude hardly looked at his brother； his thoughts were elsewhere。 That merry scamp's face whose beaming had so often restored serenity to the priest's sombre physiognomy； was now powerless to melt the gloom which grew more dense every day over that corrupted； mephitic； and stagnant soul。
〃Brother；〃 said Jehan timidly； 〃I am come to see you。〃
The archdeacon did not even raise his eyes。
〃What then？〃
〃Brother；〃 resumed the hypocrite； 〃you are so good to me； and you give me such wise counsels that I always return to you。〃
〃What next？〃
〃Alas！ brother； you were perfectly right when you said to me；〃Jehan！ Jehan！ ~cessat doctorum doctrina； discipulorum disciplina~。 Jehan； be wise； Jehan； be learned； Jehan； pass not the night outside of the college without lawful occasion and due leave of the master。 Cudgel not the Picards： ~noli； Joannes； verberare Picardos~。 Rot not like an unlettered ass； ~quasi asinus illitteratus~； on the straw seats of the school。 Jehan； allow yourself to be punished at the discretion of the master。 Jehan go every evening to chapel； and sing there an anthem with verse and orison to Madame the glorious Virgin Mary。Alas！ what excellent advice was that！〃
〃And then？〃
〃Brother； you behold a culprit； a criminal； a wretch； a libertine； a man of enormities！ My dear brother； Jehan hath made of your counsels straw and dung to trample under foot。 I have been well chastised for it； and God is extraordinarily just。 As long as I had money； I feasted； I lead a mad and joyous life。 Oh！ how ugly and crabbed behind is debauch which is so charming in front！ Now I have no longer a blank； I have sold my napery； my shirt and my towels； no more merry life！ The beautiful candle is extinguished and I have henceforth； only a wretched tallow dip which smokes in my nose。 The wenches jeer at me。 I drink water。I am overwhelmed with remorse and with creditors。
〃The rest？〃 said the archdeacon。
〃Alas！ my very dear brother； I should like to settle down to a better life。 I come to you full of contrition； I am penitent。 I make my confession。 I beat my breast violently。 You are quite right in wishing that I should some day become a licentiate and sub…monitor in the college of Torchi。 At the present moment I feel a magnificent vocation for that profession。 But I have no more ink and I must buy some； I have no more paper； I have no more books； and I must buy some。 For this purpose； I am greatly in need of a little money； and I come to you； brother； with my heart full of contrition。〃
〃Is that all？〃
〃Yes；〃 said the scholar。 〃A little money。〃
〃I have none。〃
Then the scholar said； with an air which was both grave and resolute： 〃Well； brother； I am sorry to be obliged to tell you that very fine offers and propositions are being made to me in another quarter。 You will not give me any money？ No。 In that case I shall become a professional vagabond。〃
As he uttered these monstrous words； he assumed the mien of Ajax； expecting to see the lightnings descend upon his head。
The archdeacon said coldly to him；…
〃Become a vagabond。〃
Jehan made him a deep bow； and descended the cloister stairs； whistling。
At the moment when he was passing through the courtyard of the cloister； beneath his brother's window； he heard that window open； raised his eyes and beheld the archdeacon's severe head emerge。
〃Go to the devil！〃 said Dom Claude； 〃here is the last money which you will get from me？〃
At the same time； the priest flung Jehan a purse； which gave the scholar a big bump on the forehead； and with which Jehan retreated； both vexed and content； like a dog who had been stoned with marrow bones。
CHAPTER III。
LONG LIVE MIR