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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.
"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."
Our readers have been able to observe, that a certain amount of time must have already elapsed from the moment when Jupiter had retired beneath the tapestry to the instant when the author of the new morality had thus abruptly revealed himself to the innocent admiration of Gisquette and Lienarde.
"Master," said one of them, making him a sign to approach. "Hold your tongue, my dear Lienarde," said her neighbor, pretty, fresh, and very brave, in consequence of being dressed up in her best attire. "He is not a clerk, he is a layman; you must not say master to him, but messire." "Messire," said Lienarde. The stranger approached the railing.
"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.
Lienarde lowered her eyes modestly. Gisquette glanced at her and did the same. He continued, with a smile, "It was a very pleasant thing to see. To-day it is a morality made expressly for Madame the Demoiselle of Flanders." "Will they sing shepherd songs?" inquired Gisquette. "Fie!" said the stranger, "in a morality? you must not confound styles. If it were a farce, well and good."
This was very distressing. With the exception of Gisquette and Lienarde, who turned round from time to time when Gringoire plucked them by the sleeve; with the exception of the big, patient neighbor, no one listened, no one looked at the poor, deserted morality full face. Gringoire saw only profiles.
"And against the gate of the Chatelet, there were very fine personages!" "And on the Port au Change, which was all draped above!" "And when the legate passed, they let fly on the bridge more than two hundred sorts of birds; wasn't it beautiful, Lienarde?" "It will be better to-day," finally resumed their interlocutor, who seemed to listen to them with impatience.
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.
I am mistaken. The big, patient man, whom he had already consulted in a critical moment, had remained with his face turned towards the stage. As for Gisquette and Lienarde, they had deserted him long ago. Gringoire was touched to the heart by the fidelity of his only spectator.
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