The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Book 7 Chapter 2 Page 9

lamps of the chapels began to shine out like stars, so black had the vaulted ceiling become. Only the great rose window of the fa�ade, whose thousand colors were steeped in a ray of horizontal sunlight, glittered in the gloom like a mass of diamonds, and threw its dazzling reflection to the other end of the nave.

When they had advanced a few paces, Dom Claude placed his back against a pillar, and gazed intently at Gringoire. The gaze was not the one which Gringoire feared, ashamed as he was of having been caught by a grave and learned person in the costume of a buffoon. There was nothing mocking or ironical in the priest’s glance, it was serious, tranquil, piercing.

The archdeacon was the first to break the silence.

“Come now, Master Pierre.