“Listen,” exclaimed Quasimodo, thinking to overcome his hesitation with a word, “come, monseigneur! ‘tis the gypsy whom you know!”

This word did, indeed, produce a great effect on Phoebus, but not of the kind which the deaf man expected. It will be remembered that our gallant officer had retired with Fleur-de-Lys several moments before Quasimodo had rescued the condemned girl from the hands of Charmolue. Afterwards, in all his visits to the Gondelaurier mansion he had taken care not to mention that woman, the memory of whom was, after all, painful to him; and on her side, Fleur-de-Lys had not deemed it politic to tell him that the gypsy was alive.

Hence Phoebus believed poor “Similar” to be dead, and that a month or two had elapsed since her