tle relation did
the expression which she imparted to her song bear to the sense of the
words. Thus, these four lines, in her mouth, were madly gay,--

_Un cofre de gran riqueza
Hallaron dentro un pilar,
Dentro del, nuevas banderas
Con figuras de espantar_.*

* A coffer of great richness
In a pillar's heart they found,
Within it lay new banners,
With figures to astound.

And an instant afterwards, at the accents which she imparted to this
stanza,--

_Alarabes de cavallo
Sin poderse menear,
Con espadas, y los cuellos,
Ballestas de buen echar_,

Gringoire felt the tears start to his eyes. Nevertheless, her song
breathed joy, most of all, and she seemed to sing like a bird, from
serenity and heedlessness.

The gypsy's song had disturbed Gringoire's revery as the swan disturbs
the water. He listened in a sort of rapture, and forgetfulness of
everything. It was the first moment in the course of many hours when he
did not feel that he suffered.

The moment was brief.

The same woman's voice, which had interrupted the gypsy's dance,
interrupted her song.

"Will you hold your tongue, you cricket of hell?" it cried, still from
the same obscure corner of the place.

The poor "cricket" stopped short. Gringoire covered up his ears.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, "accursed saw with missing teeth, which comes to
break the lyre!"

Meanwhile, the other spectators murmured like himself; "To the devil
with the sacked nun!" said some of them. And the old invisible kill-joy
might have had occasion to repent of her aggressions against the gypsy
had their attention not been diverted at this moment by the procession
of the Pope of the Fools, which, after having traversed many streets and
squares, debouched on the Place de Greve, with all its torches and all
its uproar.

This procession, which our readers have seen set out from the Palais
de Justice, had organized on the way, and had been recruited by all
the knaves, idle thieves, and unemployed vagabonds in Paris; so that it
presented a very respectable aspect when it arrived at the Greve.

First came Egypt. The Duke of Egypt headed it, on horseback, with his
counts on foot holding his bridle and stirrups for him; behind them, the
male and female Egyptians, pell-mell, with their little children
crying on their shoulders; all--duke, counts, and populace--in rags and
tatters. Then came the Kingdom of Argot; that is to say, all the th