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The archdeacon returned and seated himself in his armchair, and placed his head on both his hands, as a sick

The student watched his brother with surprise He did not know, he ore his heart on his sleeve, he who observed only the good old law of Nature in the world, he who allowed his passions to follow their inclinations, and in whoreat emotions was always dry, so freely did he let it off each day by fresh drains,--he did not knohat fury the sea of huress is denied to it, how it accumulates, how it swells, how it overflows, how it hollows out the heart; how it breaks in inward sobs, and dull convulsions, until it has rent its dikes and burst its bed The austere and glacial envelope of Claude Frollo, that cold surface of steep and inaccessible virtue, had always deceived Jehan Thelava, furious and profound, beneath the snowy brow of AEtna

We do not knohether he suddenly becaiddy as he was, he understood that he had seen what he ought not to have seen, that he had just surprised the soul of his elder brother in one of its most secret altitudes, and that Claudethat the archdeacon had fallen back into his former immobility, he withdrew his head very softly, and made some noise with his feet outside the door, like a person who has just arrived and is giving warning of his approach

"Enter!" cried the archdeacon, fro you I left the door unlocked expressly; enter Master Jacques!"

The scholar entered boldly The archdeacon, as very much embarrassed by such a visit in such a place, trembled in his arm-chair "What! 'tis you, Jehan?"

"'Tis a J, all the same," said the scholar, with his ruddy, e had resumed its severe expression

"What are you co an effort to assu his cap in his hands with an innocent air; "I am come to ask of you--"

"What?"

"A little lecture on reatly in need," Jehan did not dare to add aloud,--"and a little reater need" This last member of his phrase remained unuttered