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"And beside them," resumed Lienarde, "played many brass instruments, making great melodies." "And for the refreshment of the passers-by," continued Gisquette, "the fountain spouted through three mouths, wine, milk, and hippocrass, of which every one drank who wished." "And a little below the Ponceau, at the Trinity," pursued Lienarde, "there was a passion performed, and without any speaking."
A brief silence ensued broken by the stranger. "It is a perfectly new morality, and one which has never yet been played." "Then it is not the same one," said Gisquette, "that was given two years ago, on the day of the entrance of monsieur the legate, and where three handsome maids played the parts " "Of sirens," said Lienarde. "And all naked," added the young man.
"And at the fountain of Saint-Innocent, that huntsman, who was chasing a hind with great clamor of dogs and hunting-horns." "And, at the Paris slaughter-houses, stages, representing the fortress of Dieppe!" "And when the legate passed, you remember, Gisquette? they made the assault, and the English all had their throats cut."
"He has a fine beard!" said Lienarde. "Will what they are about to say here be fine?" inquired Gisquette, timidly. "Very fine, mademoiselle," replied the unknown, without the slightest hesitation. "What is it to be?" said Lienarde. "'The Good Judgment of Madame the Virgin, a morality, if you please, damsel." "Ah! that makes a difference," responded Lienarde.
"Messire," said Gisquette, with the impetuosity of an open sluice, or of a woman who has made up her mind, "do you know that soldier who is to play the part of Madame the Virgin in the mystery?" "You mean the part of Jupiter?" replied the stranger. "He! yes," said Lienarde, "isn't she stupid? So you know Jupiter?" "Michel Giborne?" replied the unknown; "yes, madam."
"Of course," replied Gringoire, a good deal shocked by the question. "In that case, messire," she resumed, "would you have the courtesy to explain to me " "What they are about to say?" interrupted Gringoire. "Well, listen." "No," said Gisquette, "but what they have said so far." Gringoire started, like a man whose wound has been probed to the quick.
"What would you have of me, damsels?" he asked, with alacrity. "Oh! nothing," replied Lienarde, in great confusion; "it is my neighbor, Gisquette la Gencienne, who wishes to speak with you." "Not so," replied Gisquette, blushing; "it was Lienarde who called you master; I only told her to say messire." The two young girls dropped their eyes.
"That is a pity," resumed Gisquette. "That day, at the Ponceau Fountain, there were wild men and women, who fought and assumed many aspects, as they sang little motets and bergerettes." "That which is suitable for a legate," returned the stranger, with a good deal of dryness, "is not suitable for a princess."
At first he had enjoined the actors, who had stopped in suspense, to continue, and to raise their voices; then, perceiving that no one was listening, he had stopped them; and, during the entire quarter of an hour that the interruption lasted, he had not ceased to stamp, to flounce about, to appeal to Gisquette and Lienarde, and to urge his neighbors to the continuance of the prologue; all in vain.
The man, who asked nothing better than to enter into conversation, looked at them with a smile. "So you have nothing to say to me, damsels?" "Oh! nothing at all," replied Gisquette. "Nothing," said Lienarde. The tall, light-haired young man retreated a step; but the two curious maidens had no mind to let slip their prize.
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