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+date: 2017-04-10T11:00:59-04:00
+description: "Pierre Gringoire"
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+tags: []
+title: "Chapter II: Pierre Gringoire"
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+
+Nevertheless, as be harangued them, the satisfaction and admiration
+unanimously excited by his costume were dissipated by his words; and when
+he reached that untoward conclusion: “As soon as his illustrious eminence,
+the cardinal, arrives, we will begin,” his voice was drowned in a thunder
+of hooting.
+
+“Begin instantly! The mystery! the mystery immediately!” shrieked the
+people. And above all the voices, that of Johannes de Molendino was
+audible, piercing the uproar like the fife’s derisive serenade: “Commence
+instantly!” yelped the scholar.
+
+“Down with Jupiter and the Cardinal de Bourbon!” vociferated Robin
+Poussepain and the other clerks perched in the window.
+
+“The morality this very instant!” repeated the crowd; “this very instant!
+the sack and the rope for the comedians, and the cardinal!”
+
+Poor Jupiter, haggard, frightened, pale beneath his rouge, dropped his
+thunderbolt, took his cap in his hand; then he bowed and trembled and
+stammered: “His eminence—the ambassadors—Madame Marguerite of
+Flanders—.” He did not know what to say. In truth, he was afraid of
+being hung.
+
+Hung by the populace for waiting, hung by the cardinal for not having
+waited, he saw between the two dilemmas only an abyss; that is to say, a
+gallows.
+
+Luckily, some one came to rescue him from his embarrassment, and assume
+the responsibility.
+
+An individual who was standing beyond the railing, in the free space
+around the marble table, and whom no one had yet caught sight of, since
+his long, thin body was completely sheltered from every visual ray by the
+diameter of the pillar against which he was leaning; this individual, we
+say, tall, gaunt, pallid, blond, still young, although already wrinkled
+about the brow and cheeks, with brilliant eyes and a smiling mouth, clad
+in garments of black serge, worn and shining with age, approached the
+marble table, and made a sign to the poor sufferer. But the other was so
+confused that he did not see him. The new comer advanced another step.
+
+“Jupiter,” said he, “my dear Jupiter!”
+
+The other did not hear.
+
+At last, the tall blond, driven out of patience, shrieked almost in his
+face,—
+
+“Michel Giborne!”
+
+“Who calls me?” said Jupiter, as though awakened with a start.
+
+“I,” replied the person clad in black.
+
+“Ah!” said Jupiter.
+
+“Begin at once,” went on the other. “Satisfy the populace; I undertake to
+appease the bailiff, who will appease monsieur the cardinal.”
+
+Jupiter breathed once more.
+
+“Messeigneurs the bourgeois,” he cried, at the top of his lungs to the
+crowd, which continued to hoot him, “we are going to begin at once.”
+
+“_Evoe Jupiter! Plaudite cives_! All hail, Jupiter! Applaud,
+citizens!” shouted the scholars.
+
+“Noel! Noel! good, good,” shouted the people.
+
+The hand clapping was deafening, and Jupiter had already withdrawn under
+his tapestry, while the hall still trembled with acclamations.
+
+In the meanwhile, the personage who had so magically turned the tempest
+into dead calm, as our old and dear Corneille puts it, had modestly
+retreated to the half-shadow of his pillar, and would, no doubt, have
+remained invisible there, motionless, and mute as before, had he not been
+plucked by the sleeve by two young women, who, standing in the front row
+of the spectators, had noticed his colloquy with Michel Giborne-Jupiter.
+
+“Master,” said one of them, making him a sign to approach. “Hold your
+tongue, my dear Liénarde,” 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.”