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She replied by a negative sign of the head, and her pensive glance fixed itself upon the vault of the ceiling

"What the deuce is she thinking of?" thought Gringoire, staring at what she was gazing at; "'tis impossible that it can be that stone dwarf carved in the keystone of that arch, which thus absorbs her attention What the deuce! I can bear the comparison!"

He raised his voice, "Mademoiselle!"

She seemed not to hear him

He repeated, still more loudly, "Madeirl's oire's voice had not the power to recall it Fortunately, the goat interfered She began to pull her ently by the sleeve

"What dost thou want, Djali?" said the gypsy, hastily, as though suddenly awakened

"She is hungry," said Gringoire, charan to cruracefully froive her time to resume her revery He hazarded a delicate question

"So you don't want irl looked at hioire

She pouted, and replied, "No"

"For your friend?" pursued Gringoire

She gazed fixedly at hiain, and said, after a momentary reflection, "Perhaps"