the hunchback of notre dame-第56节
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the dictates of her heart。
〃Fair cousin； did you not speak to us of a little Bohemian whom you saved a couple of months ago； while making the patrol with the watch at night； from the hands of a dozen robbers？〃
〃I believe so； fair cousin；。〃 said the captain。
〃Well；〃 she resumed； 〃perchance 'tis that same gypsy girl who is dancing yonder； on the church square。 Come and see if you recognize her； fair Cousin Phoebus。〃
A secret desire for reconciliation was apparent in this gentle invitation which she gave him to approach her； and in the care which she took to call him by name。 Captain Phoebus de Chateaupers （for it is he whom the reader has had before his eyes since the beginning of this chapter） slowly approached the balcony。 〃Stay；〃 said Fleur…de…Lys； laying her hand tenderly on Phoebus's arm； 〃look at that little girl yonder； dancing in that circle。 Is she your Bohemian？〃
Phoebus looked； and said；
〃Yes； I recognize her by her goat。〃
〃Oh！ in fact； what a pretty little goat！〃 said Amelotte； clasping her hands in admiration。
〃Are his horns of real gold？〃 inquired Bérangère。
Without moving from her arm…chair； Dame Aloise interposed； 〃Is she not one of those gypsy girls who arrived last year by the Gibard gate？〃
〃Madame my mother；〃 said Fleur…de…Lys gently； 〃that gate is now called the Porte d'Enfer。〃
Mademoiselle de Gondelaurier knew how her mother's antiquated mode of speech shocked the captain。 In fact； he began to sneer； and muttered between his teeth： 〃Porte Gibard！ Porte Gibard！ 'Tis enough to make King Charles VI。 pass by。〃
〃Godmother！〃 exclaimed Bérangère； whose eyes； incessantly in motion； had suddenly been raised to the summit of the towers of Notre…Dame； 〃who is that black man up yonder？〃
All the young girls raised their eyes。 A man was； in truth； leaning on the balustrade which surmounted the northern tower； looking on the Grève。 He was a priest。 His costume could be plainly discerned； and his face resting on both his hands。 But he stirred no more than if he had been a statue。 His eyes； intently fixed； gazed into the Place。
It was something like the immobility of a bird of prey； who has just discovered a nest of sparrows； and is gazing at it。
〃'Tis monsieur the archdeacon of Josas；〃 said Fleur…de…Lys。
〃You have good eyes if you can recognize him from here；〃 said the Gaillefontaine。
〃How he is staring at the little dancer！〃 went on Diane de Christeuil。
〃Let the gypsy beware！〃 said Fleur…de…Lys； 〃for he loves not Egypt。〃
〃'Tis a great shame for that man to look upon her thus；〃 added Amelotte de Montmichel； 〃for she dances delightfully。〃
〃Fair cousin Phoebus；〃 said Fleur…de…Lys suddenly； 〃Since you know this little gypsy； make her a sign to come up here。 It will amuse us。〃
〃Oh； yes！〃 exclaimed all the young girls； clapping their hands。
〃Why！ 'tis not worth while；〃 replied Phoebus。 〃She has forgotten me； no doubt； and I know not so much as her name。 Nevertheless； as you wish it； young ladies； I will make the trial。〃 And leaning over the balustrade of the balcony； he began to shout； 〃Little one！〃
The dancer was not beating her tambourine at the moment。 She turned her head towards the point whence this call proceeded； her brilliant eyes rested on Phoebus； and she stopped short。
〃Little one！〃 repeated the captain； and he beckoned her to approach。
The young girl looked at him again； then she blushed as though a flame had mounted into her cheeks； and； taking her tambourine under her arm； she made her way through the astonished spectators towards the door of the house where Phoebus was calling her； with slow； tottering steps； and with the troubled look of a bird which is yielding to the fascination of a serpent。
A moment later； the tapestry portière was raised； and the gypsy appeared on the threshold of the chamber； blushing； confused； breathless； her large eyes drooping； and not daring to advance another step。
Bérangère clapped her hands。
Meanwhile； the dancer remained motionless upon the threshold。 Her appearance had produced a singular effect upon these young girls。 It is certain that a vague and indistinct desire to please the handsome officer animated them all； that his splendid uniform was the target of all their coquetries； and that from the moment he presented himself； there existed among them a secret； suppressed rivalry； which they hardly acknowledged even to themselves； but which broke forth； none the less； every instant； in their gestures and remarks。 Nevertheless； as they were all very nearly equal in beauty； they contended with equal arms； and each could hope for the victory。The arrival of the gypsy suddenly destroyed this equilibrium。 Her beauty was so rare； that； at the moment when she appeared at the entrance of the apartment； it seemed as though she diffused a sort of light which was peculiar to herself。 In that narrow chamber； surrounded by that sombre frame of hangings and woodwork； she was incomparably more beautiful and more radiant than on the public square。 She was like a torch which has suddenly been brought from broad daylight into the dark。 The noble damsels were dazzled by her in spite of themselves。 Each one felt herself； in some sort； wounded in her beauty。 Hence； their battle front （may we be allowed the expression；） was immediately altered； although they exchanged not a single word。 But they understood each other perfectly。 Women's instincts comprehend and respond to each other more quickly than the intelligences of men。 An enemy had just arrived； all felt itall rallied together。 One drop of wine is sufficient to tinge a glass of water red； to diffuse a certain degree of ill temper throughout a whole assembly of pretty women； the arrival of a prettier woman suffices； especially when there is but one man present。
Hence the welcome accorded to the gypsy was marvellously glacial。 They surveyed her from head to foot； then exchanged glances； and all was said； they understood each other。 Meanwhile； the young girl was waiting to be spoken to； in such emotion that she dared not raise her eyelids。
The captain was the first to break the silence。 〃Upon my word；〃 said he； in his tone of intrepid fatuity； 〃here is a charming creature！ What think you of her； fair cousin？〃
This remark； which a more delicate admirer would have uttered in a lower tone； at least was not of a nature to dissipate the feminine jealousies which were on the alert before the gypsy。
Fleur…de…Lys replied to the captain with a bland affectation of disdain；〃Not bad。〃
The others whispered。
At length； Madame Aloise； who was not the less jealous because she was so for her daughter； addressed the dancer；〃Approach； little one。〃
〃Approach； little one！〃 repeated； with comical dignity； little Bérangère； who would have reached about as high as her hips。
The gypsy advanced towards the noble dame。
〃Fair child；〃 said Phoebus； with emphasis； taking several steps towards her； 〃I do not know whether I have the supreme honor of being recognized by you。〃
She interrupted him； with a smile and a look full of infinite sweetness；
〃Oh！ yes；〃 said she。
〃She has a good memory；〃 remarked Fleur…de…Lys。
〃Come； now；〃 resumed Phoebus； 〃you escaped nimbly the other evening。 Did I frighten you！〃
〃Oh！ no；〃 said the gypsy。
There was in the intonation of that 〃Oh！ no；〃 uttered after that 〃Oh！ yes；〃 an ineffable something which wounded Fleur…de…Lys。
〃You left me in your stead； my beauty；〃 pursued the captain； whose tongue was unloosed when speaking to a girl out of the street； 〃a crabbed knave； one…eyed and hunchbacked； the bishop's bellringer； I believe。 I have been told that by birth he is the bastard of an archdeacon and a devil。 He has a pleasant name： he is called ~Quatre…Temps~ （Ember Days）； ~Paques…Fleuries~ （Palm Sunday）； Mardi…Gras （Shrove Tuesday）； I know not what！ The name of some festival when the bells are pealed！ So he took the liberty of carrying you off； as though you were made for beadles！ 'Tis too much。 What the devil did that screech…owl want with you？ Hey； tell me！〃
〃I do not know；〃 she replied。
〃The inconceivable impudence！ A bellringer carrying off a wench； like a vicomte！ a lout poaching on the game of gentlemen！ that is a rare piece of assurance。 However； he paid dearly for it。 Master Pierrat Torterue is the harshest groom that ever curried a knave； and I can tell you； if it will be agreeable to you； that your bellringer's hide got a thorough dressing at his hands。〃
〃Poor man！〃 said the gypsy； in whom these words revived the memory of the pillory。
The captain burst out laughing。
〃Corne…de…boeuf！ here's pity as well placed as a feather in a pig's tail！ May I have as big a belly as a pope； if〃
He stopped short。 〃Pardon me； ladies； I believe that I was on the point of saying something foolish。〃
〃Fie； sir〃 said la Gaillefontaine。
〃He talks to that creature in her own tongue！〃 added Fleur…de…Lys； in a low tone； her irritation increasing every moment。 This irritation was not diminished when she beheld the captain； enchanted with the gypsy； and； most of all； with himself； execute a pirouette on his heel； repeating with coarse； na？ve； and soldierly gallantry；
〃A hand
