to make his eye look like a hole pierced through the wall of a furnace? These symptoms of a violent moral preoccupation had acquired an especially high degree of intensity at. the period to which our narrative refers. More than once had a chorister-boy fled affrighted at finding him alone in the church, so strange and fiery was his look. More than once, in the choir, at service-time, the occupant of the stall next his own had heard him mingle, in the plain-chant "ad omnem tonum," unintelligible parentheses. More than once had the laundress of the Terrain, whose business it was "to wash the chapter," observed, not without dread, marks of finger-nails and clenched fingers in the surplice of Monsieur the Archdeacon of Josas. However, he became doubly rigid, and had never been more exemplary. By character, as well as by calling, he had always kept at a distance from women; and now he seemed to hate them more than ever. The mere rustling of a silken cotte-hardie brought his hood down over his eyes. On this point so jealous were his austerity and reserve, that when the king's daughter, the Lady of Beaujeu, came in December, 1481, to visit the cloister of Notre-Dame, he gravely opposed her entrance, reminding the bishop of the statute in the Livre Noir (or Black Book) of the chapter, dated St. Bartholomew's Eve, 1334, forbidding access to the cloister to every woman "whatsoever, old or young, mistress or maid." Whereupon the bishop having been constrained to cite to him the ordinance of the legate Odo, which makes an exception in favor of certain ladies of high rank, - "alique magnates mulieres, que sine scandalo vitari non possunt," - the archdeacon still protested; objecting that the legate's ordinance being dated as far back as the year 1207, was a hundred and twenty-seven years anterior to the Livre Noir, and was consequently to all intents and purposes abrogated by it; and accordingly he had refused to make his appearance before the princess. It was moreover remarked that for some time past his abhorrence of gypsy-women and zingari had been redoubled. He had solicited from the bishop an edict expressly forbidding the gypsies from coming to dance and play the tambourine in the Place du Parvis; and for the same length of time he had been rummaging among the mouldy archives of the official, in order to collect together all the cases of wizards and witches condemned to the flames or the halter for having been accomplices in sorcery with he-goats, she-goats, or sows. CHAPTER VI. UNPOPULARITY. THE archdeacon and the bell-ringer, as we have already said, were but little esteemed among the little and great folks of the environs of the cathedral. When Claude and Quasimodo walked abroad on divers occasions, and they were observed in company traversing the clean but narrow and dusky streets of the neighborhood of Notre-Dame, the servant following his master, more than one malicious word, or ironical smile, or insulting jest, greeted them on their way; unless Claude Frollo though this happened rarely - walked with head erect, exhibiting his stern and almost noble brow to the gaze of the astonished gossips. The pair were in that neighborhood almost like the "poets" of whom Régnier speaks : "Toutes sortes de gens vont après les poëtes, Sometimes an ill-natured boy would risk his head and bones for the ineffable pleasure of running a pin into Quasimodo's hump. Sometimes a pretty girl, more full of frolic and boldness than became her, would rustle the priest's black gown, singing to his face the sarcastic song beginning, "Nestle, nestle, the Devil is caught." Sometimes a squalid group of old women, crouching down in the dusk, along the steps of the porch, grumbled aloud as the archdeacon and the bell-ringer passed, or called after them with curses this encouraging greeting: "Ho! here comes one with a soul as crooked as the other's body!" Sometimes a band of scholars playing at hopscotch would jump up together and salute them classically, with some cry in Latin, as "Eia! eia! Claudius cum claudo!" But in general neither priest nor bell-ringer observed the insult. Quasimodo was too deaf, and Claude too deeply absorbed in thought, to overhear these gracious salutations. VOL. I.-16 BOOK V. CHAPTER I. ABBAS BEATI MARTINI. THE fame of Dom Claude was widespread, and had been ever since the time when he had refused to receive the visit of the Lady of Beaujeu, - an event he long remembered. One evening after service he had withdrawn to his canonical cell in the cloister of NotreDame. With the exception of some glass vials thrust into a corner, and containing a suspiciouslooking substance, not unlike in appearance that powder to which alchemists ascribed such wonderful power, - other than these there was nothing strange or mysterious in the cell. There were, it is true, here and there inscriptions upon the wall; but these were merely scientific expressions, or pious maxims selected from good authors. The archdeacon, aided by the light of a copper lamp in which three wicks were burning, had seated himself before a large chest loaded with manuscripts. His elbow rested upon a wide-open book, the work of Honorius of Autun, "De Prædestinatione et |