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Gringoire and the entire Court of Miracles were suffering mortal anxiety For a whole month they had not knohat had becoypt and his friends the vagabonds, nor what had beco the gypsy had disappeared, and since that tins of life All search had proved fruitless So her that sa off with an officer; but this husband, after the fashion of Bohemia, was an incredulous philosopher, and besides, he, better than any one else, knehat a point his as virginal He had been able to for froypsy, and he had mathematically calculated the resistance of that chastity to the second power Accordingly, he was at ease on that score

Still he could not understand this disappearance It was a profound sorrow He would have grown thin over it, had that been possible He had forgotten everything, even his literary tastes, even his great work, ~De figuris regularibus et irregularibus~, which it was his intention to have printed with the first , ever since he had seen the "Didascalon" of Hugues de Saint Victor, printed with the celebrated characters of Vindelin de Spire)

One day, as he was passing sadly before the criminal Tournelle, he perceived a considerable crowd at one of the gates of the Palais de Justice

"What is this?" he inquired of a younga woendarme It appears that there is sorcery at the bottom of it, the archbishop and the official have intervened in the case, and my brother, who is the archdeacon of Josas, can think of nothing else Noished to speak with hi, which vexes reatly, as I stand in need of oire, "I would that I could lend you some, but, my breeches are worn to holes, and 'tis not crohich have done it"

He dared not tell the young man that he was acquainted with his brother the archdeacon, to whoence which eoire set out to follow the crohich was reat cha like the spectacle of a crily stupid are judges as a rule The populace which he had joined walked and elbowed in silence After a slow and tiresoh the court-house like the intestinal canal of the ancient edifice, he arrived near a low door, opening upon a hall which his lofty stature per heads of the rabble