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rling his moustache； then a third person； that beautiful and graceful figure； la Esmeralda。 The priest beheld her rise from below like a dazzling apparition。 Claude trembled； a cloud spread over his eyes； his pulses beat violently； everything rustled and whirled around him； he no longer saw nor heard anything。
When he recovered himself； Phoebus and Esmeralda were alone seated on the wooden coffer beside the lamp which made these two youthful figures and a miserable pallet at the end of the attic stand out plainly before the archdeacon's eyes。
Beside the pallet was a window； whose panes broken like a spider's web upon which rain has fallen； allowed a view； through its rent meshes； of a corner of the sky； and the moon lying far away on an eiderdown bed of soft clouds。
The young girl was blushing； confused； palpitating。 Her long； drooping lashes shaded her crimson cheeks。 The officer； to whom she dared not lift her eyes； was radiant。 Mechanically； and with a charmingly unconscious gesture； she traced with the tip of her finger incoherent lines on the bench； and watched her finger。 Her foot was not visible。 The little goat was nestling upon it。
The captain was very gallantly clad； he had tufts of embroidery at his neck and wrists； a great elegance at that day。
It was not without difficulty that Dom Claude managed to hear what they were saying； through the humming of the blood； which was boiling in his temples。
（A conversation between lovers is a very commonplace affair。 It is a perpetual 〃I love you。〃 A musical phrase which is very insipid and very bald for indifferent listeners； when it is not ornamented with some ~fioriture~； but Claude was not an indifferent listener。）
〃Oh！〃 said the young girl； without raising her eyes； 〃do not despise me； monseigneur Phoebus。 I feel that what I am doing is not right。〃
〃Despise you； my pretty child！〃 replied the officer with an air of superior and distinguished gallantry； 〃despise you； ~tête…Dieu~！ and why？〃
〃For having followed you！〃
〃On that point； my beauty； we don't agree。 I ought not to despise you； but to hate you。〃
The young girl looked at him in affright： 〃Hate me！ what have I done？〃
〃For having required so much urging。〃
〃Alas！〃 said she； 〃'tis because I am breaking a vow。 I shall not find my parents！ The amulet will lose its virtue。 But what matters it？ What need have I of father or mother now？〃
So saying； she fixed upon the captain her great black eyes； moist with joy and tenderness。
〃Devil take me if I understand you！〃 exclaimed Phoebus。 La Esmeralda remained silent for a moment； then a tear dropped from her eyes； a sigh from her lips； and she said； 〃Oh！ monseigneur； I love you。〃
Such a perfume of chastity； such a charm of virtue surrounded the young girl； that Phoebus did not feel completely at his ease beside her。 But this remark emboldened him： 〃You love me！〃 he said with rapture； and he threw his arm round the gypsy's waist。 He had only been waiting for this opportunity。
The priest saw it； and tested with the tip of his finger the point of a poniard which he wore concealed in his breast。
〃Phoebus；〃 continued the Bohemian； gently releasing her waist from the captain's tenacious hands； 〃You are good； you are generous； you are handsome； you saved me； me who am only a poor child lost in Bohemia。 I had long been dreaming of an officer who should save my life。 'Twas of you that I was dreaming； before I knew you； my Phoebus； the officer of my dream had a beautiful uniform like yours； a grand look； a sword； your name is Phoebus； 'tis a beautiful name。 I love your name； I love your sword。 Draw your sword； Phoebus； that I may see it。〃
〃Child！〃 said the captain； and he unsheathed his sword with a smile。
The gypsy looked at the hilt； the blade； examined the cipher on the guard with adorable curiosity； and kissed the sword； saying；
You are the sword of a brave man。 I love my captain。〃 Phoebus again profited by the opportunity to impress upon her beautiful bent neck a kiss which made the young girl straighten herself up as scarlet as a poppy。 The priest gnashed his teeth over it in the dark。
〃Phoebus；〃 resumed the gypsy； 〃let me talk to you。 Pray walk a little； that I may see you at full height； and that I may hear your spurs jingle。 How handsome you are！〃
The captain rose to please her； chiding her with a smile of satisfaction；
〃What a child you are！ By the way； my charmer； have you seen me in my archer's ceremonial doublet？〃
〃Alas！ no；〃 she replied。
〃It is very handsome！〃
Phoebus returned and seated himself beside her； but much closer than before。
〃Listen； my dear〃
The gypsy gave him several little taps with her pretty hand on his mouth； with a childish mirth and grace and gayety。
〃No； no； I will not listen to you。 Do you love me？ I want you to tell me whether you love me。〃
〃Do I love thee； angel of my life！〃 exclaimed the captain； half kneeling。 〃My body； my blood； my soul； all are thine； all are for thee。 I love thee； and I have never loved any one but thee。〃
The captain had repeated this phrase so many times； in many similar conjunctures； that he delivered it all in one breath； without committing a single mistake。 At this passionate declaration； the gypsy raised to the dirty ceiling which served for the skies a glance full of angelic happiness。
〃Oh！〃 she murmured； 〃this is the moment when one should die！〃
Phoebus found 〃the moment〃 favorable for robbing her of another kiss； which went to torture the unhappy archdeacon in his nook。 〃Die！〃 exclaimed the amorous captain； 〃What are you saying； my lovely angel？ 'Tis a time for living； or Jupiter is only a scamp！ Die at the beginning of so sweet a thing！ ~Corne…de…boeuf~； what a jest！ It is not that。 Listen； my dear Similar； EsmenardaPardon！ you have so prodigiously Saracen a name that I never can get it straight。 'Tis a thicket which stops me short。〃
〃Good heavens！〃 said the poor girl； 〃and I thought my name pretty because of its singularity！ But since it displeases you； I would that I were called Goton。〃
〃Ah！ do not weep for such a trifle； my graceful maid！ 'tis a name to which one must get accustomed； that is all。 When I once know it by heart； all will go smoothly。 Listen then； my dear Similar； I adore you passionately。 I love you so that 'tis simply miraculous。 I know a girl who is bursting with rage over it〃
The jealous girl interrupted him： 〃Who？〃
〃What matters that to us？〃 said Phoebus； 〃do you love me？〃
〃Oh！〃said she。
〃Well！ that is all。 You shall see how I love you also。 May the great devil Neptunus spear me if I do not make you the happiest woman in the world。 We will have a pretty little house somewhere。 I will make my archers parade before your windows。 They are all mounted； and set at defiance those of Captain Mignon。 There are ~voulgiers； cranequiniers~ and hand ~couleveiniers~*。 I will take you to the great sights of the Parisians at the storehouse of Rully。 Eighty thousand armed men； thirty thousand white harnesses； short coats or coats of mail； the sixty…seven banners of the trades； the standards of the parliaments； of the chamber of accounts； of the treasury of the