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Gringoire ceased, awaiting the effect of his harangue on the young girl Her eyes were fixed on the ground

"'Phoebus,'" she said in a low voice Then, turning towards the poet, "'Phoebus',--what does thatwhat the connection could be between his address and this question, was not sorry to display his erudition Assu an air of importance, he replied,-"It is a Latin hich means 'sun'"

"Sun!" she repeated

"It is the naoire

"A god!" repeated the gypsy, and there was so pensive and passionate in her tone

At that oire stooped quickly to pick it up; when he straightened up, the young girl and the goat had disappeared He heard the sound of a bolt It was a little door, co cell, which was being fastened on the outside

"Has she left me a bed, at least?" said our philosopher

He made the tour of his cell There was no piece of furniture adapted to sleeping purposes, except a tolerably long wooden coffer; and its cover was carved, to boot; which afforded Gringoire, when he stretched himself out upon it, a sensation soas would feel if he were to lie down on the Alps

"Co hin ht 'Tis a pity There was so innocent and antediluvian about that broken crock, which quite pleased me"