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door closed behind him; he heard Phœbus bolt it, and a moment afterward return down the lad<strong>de</strong>r with<br />
the old woman. The light had disappeared.<br />
VIII. The Convenience of Windows Overlooking the River<br />
CLAUDE FROLLO—for we presume the rea<strong>de</strong>r, more intelligent than Phœbus, has seen throughout this<br />
adventure no other spectre-monk than the Arch<strong>de</strong>acon—Clau<strong>de</strong> Frollo groped about him for some<br />
moments in the darksome hole into which the captain had thrust him. It was one of those corners which<br />
buil<strong>de</strong>rs sometimes reserve in the angle between the roof and the supporting wall. The vertical section of<br />
this <strong>de</strong>n, as Phœbus had very aptly termed it, would have exhibited a triangle. It had no window of any<br />
<strong>de</strong>scription, and the slope of the roof prevented one standing upright in it. Clau<strong>de</strong>, therefore, was forced<br />
to crouch in the dust and the plaster that cracked un<strong>de</strong>r him. His head was burning. Groping about him<br />
on the floor, he found a piece of broken glass which he pressed to his forehead, and so found some slight<br />
relief from its coldness.<br />
What was passing at that moment in the dark soul of the Arch<strong>de</strong>acon? God and himself alone knew.<br />
According to what fatal or<strong>de</strong>r was he disposing in his thoughts La Esmeralda, Phœbus, Jacques<br />
Charmolue, his fondly loved young brother, abandoned by him in the gutter, his cloth, his reputation<br />
perhaps, dragged thus into the house of the notorious old procuress—all these images—these wild<br />
doings? I cannot say; but it is very certain that they formed a horrible group in his mind’s eye.<br />
He had been waiting a quarter of an hour, and he felt that he had aged a century in that time. Sud<strong>de</strong>nly<br />
he heard the woo<strong>de</strong>n lad<strong>de</strong>r creak. Some one was ascending it. The trap-door opened again, and once<br />
more the light ma<strong>de</strong> its appearance. In the worm-eaten door of his retreat there was a crack; to this he<br />
pressed his face and could thus see all that went on in the adjoining space. The old cat-faced hag came<br />
first through the trap-door, lamp in hand; then followed Phœbus, twirling his mustaches; and lastly a<br />
third person, a beautiful and graceful figure—La Esmeralda. To the priest she issued from below like a<br />
dazzling apparition. Clau<strong>de</strong> shook, a mist spread before his eyes, his pulses throbbed violently,<br />
everything turned round him, there was a roaring in his ears; he saw and heard no more.<br />
When he came to himself again, Phœbus and Esmeralda were alone, seated upon the woo<strong>de</strong>n chest<br />
besi<strong>de</strong> the lamp, the light of which revealed to the Arch<strong>de</strong>acon the two youthful figures and a miserable<br />
pallet at the back of the attic.<br />
Close to the couch was a window, the casement of which, cracked and bulging like a spi<strong>de</strong>r’s web in the<br />
rain, showed through its broken strands a small patch of sky, and far down it the moon reclining on a<br />
pillow of soft clouds.<br />
The girl was blushing, panting, confused. Her long, drooping lashes sha<strong>de</strong>d her glowing cheeks. The<br />
officer, to whom she dared not lift her eyes, was radiant. Mechanically, and with a ravishing coy air, she<br />
was tracing incoherent lines on the bench with the tip of her finger, her eyes following the movement.<br />
Her foot was hid<strong>de</strong>n, for the little goat was lying on it.<br />
The captain was arrayed for conquest, with ruffles of gold lace at his throat and wrists—the extreme of<br />
elegance in those days.<br />
It was not without difficulty that Dom Clau<strong>de</strong> could hear their conversation, so loudly did the blood<br />
beat in his ears.