splash passers-by the whole length of the Pont aux Meuniers. And then my mystery will bring me in a great deal of coined money, if they will only pay me. And finally, I am at your orders, I and my wits, and my science and my letters, ready to live with you, damsel, as it shall please you, chastely or joyously; husband and wife, if you see fit; brother and sister, if you think that better.”

Gringoire ceased, awaiting the effect of his harangue on the young girl.

Her eyes were fixed on the ground.

“‘Phoebus,’” she said in a low voice. Then, turning towards the poet, “‘Phoebus’, — what does that mean?”

Gringoire, without exactly understanding what the connection