Chapter 42 Notre Dame de Paris (3) Volume VII Fate (1)

1. The Danger of Giving Secrets to the Goats A few weeks passed in a blink of an eye. It was the beginning of March.Although the sun has not yet been called the prince of candles by Dibatas, the originator of ancient rhetoric, its brightness and splendor are not diminished a little because of this.It was a beautiful spring day, Paris was pouring out, and the squares and promenades were crowded with people, as if they were celebrating a holiday.On such a bright, warm, sunny day, there was a certain hour when it was particularly worthwhile to admire the porch of Notre-Dame.That is when the sun is setting in the west and is almost facing the cathedral.The afterglow of the setting sun is becoming more and more level with the horizon, slowly retreating from the stone floor of the square, and rising along the straight front of the church. Against the background of the shadow, the thousands of reliefs on the front are all raised, and the huge rose window in the middle is Like one eye of a Cyclops, it shone like fire in the reflection of the raging fire of Thor's forge.

Now is exactly that moment. Opposite the majestic cathedral in the red sunset, at the corner of Church Square and Front Court Street, there is a gorgeous Gothic-style mansion.On the stone balcony at the upper end of the porch, several pretty young girls are talking and laughing happily, they are really romantic and frivolous in a thousand ways.On their beaded and pointed hats, their veils fell down to their heels; their finely embroidered bodice covered their shoulders, and revealed, in accordance with the fashion of the time, the wonderful breasts of virgins in their first fullness; The lower skirts are even more precious; all of them are dressed in silk and velvet, especially their slender hands, which are as white and tender as fat, which shows that they are doing nothing all day long.From all these, it is not difficult to see that they are all daughters of wealthy families.Indeed, this is Mademoiselle Lily de Gondlaurier with her companions Diana de Cristeil, Amelot de Montmechel, Columb de Caifon Dana, and the youngest daughter of de Champs-Frériere.They were all ladies of high esteem, and they were assembled at the house of Gondlaurier's widow, waiting for Monsieur Beauger and his wife to come to Paris in April, to choose a bridesmaid for Princess Margaret, and to go to Picardy from Flanders. The princess was greeted by the hand.

So all the country gentry within and outside of a hundred miles have been active for a long time, trying to win this favor for their daughters. Many of them have brought their daughters to Paris by themselves or sent them to Paris, and entrusted them to Arlo. Madame Esse de Gondlaurier, she is admirable for her discipline and prudence.The lady's husband was a crossbowman of the Imperial Army during his lifetime. After she became a widow, she took her only daughter and retreated to Paris and lived in her own house by the square in front of Notre Dame. The balcony where these beautiful women are located leads back to a magnificent room, which is hung with light yellow leather curtains printed with gold leaves from Flanders.On the parallel beams on the ceiling, there are countless weird carvings, painted and painted in gold, which is pleasing to the eye.The wardrobes were exquisitely carved, here and there, shining with the luster of enamel; a boar's head in ceramics was placed on an ornate sideboard, and the sideboard was divided into two levels, indicating that the mistress was the wife of the Knight of the Banner. or widow.In the back of the room, a tall fireplace covered with coats of arms and emblems from top to bottom, beside a magnificent easy chair covered with red velvet, sat Madame Gondlaurier.From her dress and appearance, she was fifty-five years old.Beside her stood a gentleman, with a very pretentious demeanor, although a little frivolous and aggressive, he was still a beautiful young man, all the women were fascinated by him, but those serious and good-looking men shrugged their shoulders again and again.This young knight was dressed in the splendid costume of the captain of the imperial guard, resembling Jupiter's tunic, which we have already seen in the first volume of this book, and will not be described here, lest the spectator suffer twice.

The ladies were all seated, some in their rooms, some on their balconies, some on Utrecht velvet brocades trimmed with gold horns, and some on oak benches carved with figures and flowers. superior.Together they were embroidering a huge tapestry, each pulling a corner, spread over his knees, and a large length over the floor matting. As they chatted, they whispered and smiled as girls usually whisper when they see a young man present.This gentleman, although his presence is enough to stimulate the various vanities of these women, he himself doesn't seem to care; he is among these beauties, all of them are vying for his attention, but he seems to be particularly Concentrate on wiping the buckle on the belt with the suede glove.

The old lady whispered something to him from time to time, and he tried his best to answer politely, but he seemed a little clumsy and forced in his thoughtfulness.Mrs. Alois talked to the captain in a low voice, smiled, made small gestures understandingly, and winked at her daughter Lily. From these expressions, it was easy to see that there was something familiar between them. According to the marriage contract, it seems that this husband and Lily are about to form a happy relationship.Yet it was evident from the officer's awkwardness and indifference that, on his part at least, there was no love to speak of.His whole expression was embarrassing and annoyed. If he were replaced by the lieutenants of our city defense force today, he would say with a surprising witty line, "I'm so fucking miserable!"

This kind lady is really fascinated by her love for her daughter. As a poor mother, she can't perceive that the officer has no enthusiasm, and she keeps calling his attention gently, saying that lilies are so soulful. Handy. "Hi, nephew," she tugged at his sleeve and leaned into his ear and said. "Just take a look! Look at how she is bending over!" "Look at it." The gentleman responded, and then fell silent again, looking absent-minded and cold. After a while he had to bend down again to hear Mrs. Aloise say: "Where have you ever seen such a lovely, lively and lovely girl as your fiancée? Is anyone fairer and fairer than her, and her hair is more golden? Aren't her hands perfect? ​​And her neck, isn't it?" Isn't it like a swan's neck, so graceful, so ecstatic to watch? Even I'm so jealous of you sometimes! Blessed be a man, you rascal! Isn't it my daughter Lily? Is the unsurpassed beauty and the admiration of others fascinating you?"

"That's needless to say!" He replied out of nowhere, but he was thinking about other things. "Then why don't you talk to her!" Madame Aloise said suddenly, and pushed him on the shoulder. "Go and talk to her casually, you're getting too shy." We can assure the interrogator that timidity is neither the captain's virtue nor his fault, but we do it anyway. ① The square flag knight is the lord who has the right to raise the flag to summon vassals under the feudal system. "Good cousin," he said, approaching Lily. "What is embroidered on this curtain?"

"Good cousin," Lily replied, with annoyance in her tone. "I've told you three times. This is the cave of the Sea God." The captain's indifferent and absent-minded look, Lily obviously saw it more clearly than her mother.He felt it necessary to talk, and then asked again: "Who embroidered this curtain of the Sea God's Cave Mansion?" "For the Abbey of St. Anton in the Pastoral," replied Lily, without raising her eyes. The captain reached out and grabbed a corner of the tapestry, and asked again: "My dear cousin, what is this, that fat-headed and fat-eared sergeant blowing conch shells with puffed cheeks?"

"That's the little sea god Triton." She replied. Lily's answer was always a few words, with a bit of anger in her tone.The young gentleman immediately understood that he had to whisper something to her, whether it was boring, courting, or just talking nonsense.Then he bent down to try his best, but he couldn't think of any more tender and intimate words. He only heard him say: "Why is your mother always wearing a gown embroidered with coats of arms in Charles VII's time like our grandmother?" Tell her, dear cousin, that such dresses are out of fashion now, and that the doorkeys and laurel embroidered on the gown as a coat of arms make her look like a walking mantelpiece. Actually, now No one would sit like this on their own banner, I swear to you."

Lily raised her beautiful eyes, looked at him reproachfully, and said in a low voice: "Is that what you swore to me?" The good-natured Mrs. Aloise, however, was overjoyed to see them chatting so close together, and playing with the clasp of her prayer-book, said: "What a lovely picture of love!" ① The surname Gondelaurier is Gondelaurier in French, which can be divided into gond (door key) and laurier (laurel tree), so these two patterns are used as the coat of arms representing the surname. The captain grew more and more embarrassed, and had to return to the subject of the tapestry, exclaiming:

"This handicraft is really beautiful!" On hearing this, another fair-skinned fair-haired beauty, Columbe de Caifontaine, in a blue satin gown with a plunging collar, began timidly to address the lilies. I listened, but I hoped that the handsome captain would answer from the bottom of my heart, only to hear her say: "Dear Gondlaurier, have you seen the tapestry of the Rocher-Gion mansion?" "Isn't it the mansion where the Laundrymaid's Garden of the Louvre is located?" Diana de Cristoil asked with a smile. She had a mouthful of beautiful teeth, so she always smiled. "There's also a fat old tower of the old walls of Paris," put in Amelotte de Montmichel.The pretty girl, with her flowing auburn hair and curly hair, moaned and moaned for no reason, just as Mademoiselle Diana loved to laugh. "My dear Columbus," interjected Mrs. Aloise. "Don't you mean the mansion that Lord Barkerville owned in the time of King Charles VI? The tapestries there are magnificent, all woven in vertical weaves." "Charles VI! King Charles VI!" the young captain muttered, stroking his beard. "My God! How well the old lady remembers these old Dong!" Madame Gondlaurier went on to say: "Those tapestry are indeed gorgeous! Such amazing handwork is unique!" A slender seven-year-old girl, Bélanger Champs-Evrier, who was looking at the square from the plum blossom lattice on the balcony railing, suddenly shouted: "Ah! Come and see, Godmother Lily, that beautiful The dancers danced with tambourines on the flagstone floor, surrounded by a large crowd of citizens watching!" Sure enough, the loud trill of Basque tambourines was heard. "It's some bohemian Egyptian girl." Lily said while turning her head to look around the square. "Look! Look!" The lively companions shouted in unison, rushing to the balcony together.Lily had been wondering why her fiancé was so indifferent, and followed slowly, but the fiancé saw that this awkward conversation was interrupted by this unexpected event, and heaved a sigh of relief, like a soldier who has been laid off. , and easily returned to the room.However, it was a lovely and pleasing job in the past, like guarding the beautiful lilies, but the young captain had grown tired of it, and became more and more indifferent every day as the wedding day drew nearer. What's more, he has a volatile nature by nature, and——does it need to be pointed out? — The taste is a little vulgar.Although he was born noble, he had more than one bad habit of being a soldier in the army.What he likes are restaurants and everything that comes with it. What he likes most is dirty talk, military-style slack, flamboyant beauties, and easy love.Having said that, he had received a little education from his family and learned some etiquette, but he traveled far and wide at a young age, and he lived a military life at a young age, so under the friction of the sergeant's shoulder belt, his aristocratic layer The glossy exterior is eclipsed.Fortunately, he still knows the manners in the world, and he visits Miss Lily from time to time, but every time he comes to her house, he always feels embarrassed, because he is looking for fun everywhere, throwing away love casually, and leaving it to Lily. Miss Hua's left very little; secondly, because among so many rigid, boudoir-like, and well-behaved beauties, I have always been worried, deeply afraid that my mouth, which is used to swearing, will suddenly become like a runaway horse. Unable to control himself, he inadvertently let out such nonsense in the tavern.You can imagine how bad the consequences would be if this were the case! And, all this in him was mingled with some terrific extravagance: arty, well-dressed, and radiant.If you want to combine these virtues into one body, please match them as well as possible. I am just a storyteller. So he stood there for a long time, thinking or not, silently leaning against the carved mantelpiece.At this moment, Miss Lily suddenly turned her head and spoke to him.The poor girl was angry with him, after all, against her will. "Cousin, didn't you say that you rescued a little gypsy girl from a dozen robbers when you checked the night two months ago?" "I think so, cousin," replied the captain. "That's good," she went on. "Perhaps it is the gipsy girl who is dancing in the square now. Come and see if you recognize her, Cousin Phoebes." He saw that she had kindly invited him to her side, and that she had intended to call him by his first name, implying reconciliation.Phoebus de Châtopelle (whom the reader saw at the beginning of this chapter) approached the balcony slowly, and the lily put her hand on Phoebus's arm affectionately, and said to him: : "Here, look at the little girl dancing in the crowd over there, is she the gypsy girl you mentioned?" Phoebus looked around and replied: "Yes, I recognized her from the goat." "Oh! What a beautiful little goat!" Amelot folded his palms and exclaimed. "Are its horns real gold?" Bélanger asked. Mrs. Aloise sat still in her easy chair, and said: "A group of gypsy women came from the gate of Jibal last year. Could it be one of them?" "Mother, that city gate is now called the Gate of Hell." Lily said softly. Mademoiselle Gondlaurier knew well how displeased the captain would be if her mother mentioned these old imperial calendars.As expected, he softly teased her: "Ghibal Gate! Jibal Gate! There's something to talk about, and it can involve King Charles VI!" "Godmother," Bélanger kept turning his eyes, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at the top of the bell tower of Notre-Dame, and couldn't help screaming. "Who is that, the man in black on top?" The girls all raised their eyes.Sure enough, there was a man leaning on the railing at the top of the north clock tower facing the river beach square.It was a priest, whose clothes and face resting on his hands could be clearly seen.Moreover, he is like a statue, motionless.His eyes were fixed on the square. This scene is really a bit like a harpy just found a nest of sparrows, staring at it, not moving. "That's Ruozha's vicar." Lily replied. "You recognize him right here, with your eyes!" said Cai Fontaine. "How fascinated he looks at the little dancing girl!" continued Diana de Cristeil. "Watch out for that Egyptian girl!" said Lily. "He doesn't like Egyptians." "What a disgrace that man is looking at her like that! See how she dances, it's dazzling," interposed Amelotte de Montmichel. "Good cousin Phoebus," said Lily suddenly. "Since you know the little gipsy girl, make a sign for her to come up! It will make us happy." "Exactly!" cried the ladies, clapping their hands. "That is an absurdity!" replied Phoebus. "She probably forgot me a long time ago, and I don't even know her name. But since the ladies are willing, I'll give it a try." So I leaned over the balcony railing and shouted, "Little girl!" The dancing girl just didn't beat the tambourine at this time, and then she turned her head to look in the direction of the shout, her eyes fell on Phoebus, and she stopped suddenly. "Chick!" cried the captain again, beckoning her with his finger. The girl glanced at him again, and a blush suddenly appeared on her face, as if her cheeks were on fire.Tucking her snare drum under her arm, she walked through the stunned spectators toward the house from which Phoebes had called her, with slow, swaying steps, and dazed eyes, like a bird repelled by a poisonous snake. like that. After a while, the curtains were parted, and the gypsy girl appeared on the threshold of the room, flushed, bewildered, panting, with big eyes downcast, not daring to take a step forward. Bélanger clapped his hands happily. The dancing girl remained motionless on the threshold.Her presence had a curious effect on the group of young ladies.It is true that all these young ladies simultaneously had a vague idea of ​​trying to please the handsome officer whose splendid uniform was the object of their coquettishness; A secret war has quietly started. Although they themselves refuse to admit it, their every move, every word and deed is exposed all the time.However, they are all equally beautiful, and when they compete with each other, they are evenly matched, and everyone has the hope of winning.The arrival of the gypsy girl suddenly broke this balance.Her beauty is really rare in the world, as soon as she appeared at the door of the room, she seemed to exude a unique brilliance.In this crowded room, amidst the darkness of draperies and fireplace-panels, she was more handsome than in the square, and radiant, like a torch brought from the sun of day to the shadows.Several noble ladies couldn't help being dazzled, and each of them felt that his beauty had been damaged to some extent.Thus, their battle lines—permit me to use this idiom—changed instantly, and although they didn't say a word, they understood and understood each other very well.Women instinctively understand each other much faster than men can collude.They all felt that an enemy had just entered, so they all united.Just a drop of wine is enough to dye a glass of water red; it only needs the sudden appearance of a more alluring woman to imbue the group with a certain bad mood, especially when there is only one man present. So the reception of the gypsy girls was compounded.The ladies sized her up from head to toe, and then cast a wink at each other. Thousands of words were expressed in the wink, and they understood each other immediately.During this period, the gypsy girl waited for someone to speak, so excited that she didn't even dare to raise her eyelids. It was the captain who broke the silence first, and said in his usual unscrupulous and arrogant tone: "I swear, there is a stunner here! What do you think, cousin?" Put on a more thoughtful praiser, and at least lower your voice when making comments.Such judgments were unlikely to remove the effeminate jealousy which the young ladies felt when they observed the gipsy girls. Lily put on a show, and replied hypocritically with a contemptuous tone: "Not bad." Several other young ladies were whispering to each other. Mrs. Aloise was equally jealous for her daughter.She finally spoke to the dancing girl: "Come here, little boy!" "Come here, little girl!" repeated Bélanger, with a ridiculous solemnity, even though she was not half as tall as a gypsy girl!The Egyptian girl came to the lady. "Good boy," said Phoebus grandly, taking a few steps towards her. "I don't know if Sansheng is lucky that you can recognize me..." Before he could finish, she interrupted him immediately, raised her eyes and smiled at him, full of infinite tenderness, and said: "Ah! Yes." "She has a really good memory," Lily said. "Well, you scurried away that night. Did I frighten you?" continued Phoebus. "Oh! no," answered the gypsy girl. There was an "Ah! Yes," followed by an "Oh! No," and there was something indescribable in the tone of the voice, which displeased Lily. "My beauty," the captain used to say with great glee, wagging his tongue whenever he accosted a street laughing girl, and then went on: "You are gone, and you have left me with a monstrosity, one-eyed, hunchbacked. , I believe the ringer of the bishop's bell. It is said that he is the illegitimate son of some archdeacon, a born devil, with a ridiculous name, what is it called Four Seasons, Palm Sunday, Carnival, I can't remember exactly It's the name of the festival when the bells are chiming! How dare he rob you, as if you were born to be a church boy! It's absurd! What the hell is he trying to do to you with that owl? Well, tell me! !" "I don't know," she replied. "I can't think of such audacity! A bell ringer, like a viscount, kidnaps a girl openly! A pariah, dares to poach the game of the nobles and gentlemen! It is rare in the world! But he has suffered a lot. Skin Monsieur Ella Totruu is the roughest and most ruthless man in the world, and any villain who falls into his hands will be beaten to death. If you like, I can tell you that the skin of your bell ringer was taken by him. Artfully peeled off." "Poor man!" the gypsy girl couldn't help saying after hearing these words and recalling the scene of the column of shame. The captain burst out laughing loudly: "Your sense! Look at this pity, like a feather on a pig's ass! I'd rather have a big belly like the Pope, if..." He stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry, ladies! I thought I was on the verge of saying something stupid." "Pooh, sir!" said Mademoiselle Kaifontaine. "He's using his dirty language to talk to that dirty woman!" Lily added in a soft voice as she became more and more annoyed.Fascinated by the gypsy girl, and especially by himself, the captain twirled on his heels, showed a vulgar and naive soldierly obsequiousness, and repeated: "A stunning beauty, I swear by my soul!" Seeing all this, the anger in his heart continued unabated. "Clothed!" said Diana de Cristeil, still smiling with her beautiful teeth. For the other ladies, this insight was a ray of light, and they immediately saw the vulnerable point of the Egyptian girl.Since he couldn't move her beauty, he swooped towards her clothes. "But it's quite true, girl," said Mademoiselle Montmichel. "Where did you learn to run around the streets without a hijab or bra?" "The skirt is too short," put in Mademoiselle Kaifontaine. "My dear," Lily went on sourly. "The gold-plated belt on your body, if the policemen see it, they will arrest you." "Chick, chick," said Miss Christie with a half-smile. "If you'd put sleeves on your arms properly, they wouldn't get so scorched by the sun." This scene really deserves to be seen by someone with more wisdom than Phoebes, to see how these beautiful women use vicious and angry words, like poisonous snakes, entangled, slid, and twisted around this street dancer. twist away.They are both ruthless and elegant, and they maliciously criticize the shabby and frivolous costumes of street dancers covered with metal fragments, and they will not let go of a single bit.They ridiculed, sarcasm, and insulted, endlessly.Sneering words, arrogant care, and fierce eyes poured out on the Egyptian girl all at once, just like the young wives stabbing the breasts of a beautiful slave girl with a gold brooch for fun in ancient Rome, or like a group of beautiful bitches , with outstretched noses and flaming eyes, circled around a doe in the woods, whose master's gaze forbade them to devour it. What is a poor girl dancing in public compared to these famous ladies!They didn't seem to care about her presence, but in front of her, in front of her, they talked loudly like this, as if they were discussing something that was quite unclean, rather nasty, but also quite beautiful. The gypsy girl was not insensible to these needle-like injuries. Her eyes and cheeks were burning with angry light from time to time, and flushed with shame; With a small mouth, she contemptuously assumed the kind of coquettish attitude that judges are familiar with.However, she never spoke, did not move, and looked helplessly, sadly and tenderly at Phoebus. There is also happiness and affection in this gaze.It was as if she was trying to restrain herself out of fear of being driven away. As for Phoebus, he laughed, recklessly pitiful, and sided with the gipsy girl. "Let them talk, girl!" he repeated, banging his golden spurs. "Your attire is indeed a bit queer and wild, but what a fuss is there for a pretty girl like you!" "My God!" exclaimed the fair-haired Mademoiselle Kaifontaine, straightening her long, swan-like neck, with a wry smile. "In my opinion, royal archers are too easy to catch fire when they meet the beautiful eyes of Egyptian women." "Why not?" said Phoebus. The captain's answer was unintentional, like throwing a stone at random without knowing where it fell, but when the ladies heard it, Columbus laughed, Diana laughed too, and Amelotte laughed too. , Lily smiled too - and at the same time a teardrop flashed in her eye. The gypsy girl, who had just heard the words of Columbe de Cayfontaine, had dropped her eyes and fixed them on the ground; bis.At this moment, she is really coquettish. Seeing this scene, the old lady felt deeply offended, but she couldn't figure out what was going on. "Holy Mother!" she exclaimed suddenly. "What's stirring my legs? Ouch! Damn beast!" It turned out that the goat had just come to look for the mistress, and when it rushed towards her, the lady sitting there dragged a large pile of fluffy dresses to her feet, entangled the goat's two horns. Everyone's attention was suddenly dispersed.Without saying a word, the gypsy girl went and freed the goat. "Oh! look at the little goat, with golden hooves!" exclaimed Bélanger, jumping up for joy. The gypsy knelt down, and pressed her cheek against the docile head of the goat, as if asking the goat to forgive her for throwing it aside. At this moment Diana leaned close to Columbus' ear and said: "Oh, my God! Why didn't I think of it sooner? Isn't that the gypsy girl with the goat! They say she's a witch, and her goats do all kinds of magic." "That's a good thing," Columb said. "Then ask the goat to ask us for a spell too, and let us have fun too." Diana and Columbus hurriedly said to the gypsy girl: "Little girl, then make your goat perform a magic trick." "I don't know what you're talking about," replied the dancing girl. "A miracle, a trick, in short, a sorcery." "I don't understand." She stroked the beautiful goat lightly again, and shouted again and again, "Beauty! Beauty!" At this time, Lily noticed that there was a small embroidered leather purse hanging around the goat's neck, and she asked the gypsy girl, "What is that?" The gypsy girl looked up at her with big eyes, and replied solemnly: "That's my secret." "I really want to know what kind of medicine you sell in your gourd." Lily thought to herself. At that moment the lady stood up sullenly: "Hey, Gypsy girl, if you and your goat can't even give us a dance, what are you doing here?" The gypsy girl made no reply, but walked slowly towards the door.However, the closer she got to the door, the more she slowed down, as if an irresistible magnet was attracting her.Suddenly she turned her wet eyes with tears to Phoebus, and stopped. "God knows!" cried the captain. "You can't go away like this. Come back and give us any dance. Oh! By the way, my sweetheart, what's your name?" "Esmeralda," answered the dancing girl, still looking at him. Hearing this weird name, the ladies laughed like crazy. "Really, such a dreadful name for a lady!" said Diana. "You understand very well, this is a witch." Amelot continued. "My dear," said Mrs. Aloise gravely. "Surely your parents didn't fish that name for you from the baptismal font." While they were talking, Bélanger, while no one was watching, teased the kid with a piece of marzipan, and dragged him into a corner for a while.They became instant friends.The curious girl untied the purse hanging from the kid's neck, opened it with a shake, and dumped all the contents on the mat.It turned out to be a set of letters, each written separately on a small piece of boxwood.As soon as these toy-like letters were spread out on the mat, Berenger was surprised to see a miracle: the little goat picked out a few letters with its golden hooves, pushed them gently, and arranged them into a special pattern. order.After a while, a word was formed, and the goat seemed to be good at spelling, and he spelled it without thinking.Belanger was full of admiration, clapped his hands together and exclaimed: "Godmother Lily, come and see what the goat just did!" Lily ran over to take a look, and couldn't help trembling all over her body.The orderly letters on the floor form the word: Phoebus. "Is this really written by a goat?" Lily asked, her voice changed drastically. "Yes, godmother," said Bélanger. Needless to say, little girls can't write. "This is the so-called secret!" Lily pondered in her heart. At this moment, the little girl's cry was heard, and all the people ran over, including the mother, the ladies, the gypsy girl, and the officer. Seeing the absurd thing the goat did just now, the gypsy girl turned red and then pale, standing in front of the captain like a criminal, trembling all over, but the captain smiled smugly and surprised, and stared at her steadily. "Phoebus!" murmured the ladies, astonished. "That's the captain's name!" "Your memory is really good!" Lily said to the stunned gypsy girl, and then she burst into tears, covered her face with her beautiful hands, and cried out in pain: "Ahem! This is a witch!" And she But she heard a more painful voice deep in her heart telling her: "This is a rival in love!" She fainted all of a sudden. "My daughter! My daughter!" cried the mother, terrified out of her wits. "Go away, gypsy girl!" Esmeralda picked up the unlucky letters in an instant, gestured to Belle, and went out through one door, while the lilies were carried out through the other. Captain Phoebus stood there alone, not knowing which door to go through, hesitated for a moment, then followed the gypsy girl. ① Phoebus means the sun god.