Name: 第05冊--《聖母院的駝背》有聲讀物，維克多-雨果著 (第1-2章) (Book 05 - The Hunchback of Notre Dame Audiobook by Victor Hugo (Chs 1-2))
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Dom Claude's fame had spread far and wide. It procured for him, at about the epoch

when he refused to see Madame de Beaujeu, a visit which he long remembered.

He had just retired, after the office, to his canon's cell in the cloister of Notre-

This cell, with the exception, possibly, of some glass phials, relegated to a corner,

and filled with a decidedly equivocal powder, which strongly resembled the

alchemist's "powder of projection," presented nothing strange or mysterious.

There were, indeed, here and there, some inscriptions on the walls, but they were

pure sentences of learning and piety, extracted from good authors.

The archdeacon had just seated himself, by the light of a three-jetted copper lamp,

before a vast coffer crammed with manuscripts.

He had rested his elbow upon the open volume of Honorius d'Autun, De

predestinatione et libero arbitrio, and he was turning over, in deep meditation, the

leaves of a printed folio which he had just

brought, the sole product of the press which his cell contained.

In the midst of his revery there came a knock at his door.

"Who's there?" cried the learned man, in the gracious tone of a famished dog,

disturbed over his bone. A voice without replied, "Your friend,

He went to open the door. It was, in fact, the king's physician; a

person about fifty years of age, whose harsh physiognomy was modified only by a

Another man accompanied him. Both wore long slate-colored robes, furred

with minever, girded and closed, with caps of the same stuff and hue.

Their hands were concealed by their sleeves, their feet by their robes, their

"God help me, messieurs!" said the archdeacon, showing them in; "I was not

expecting distinguished visitors at such an hour."

And while speaking in this courteous fashion he cast an uneasy and scrutinizing

glance from the physician to his companion.

"'Tis never too late to come and pay a visit to so considerable a learned man as

Dom Claude Frollo de Tirechappe," replied Doctor Coictier, whose Franche-Comte accent

made all his phrases drag along with the majesty of a train-robe.

There then ensued between the physician and the archdeacon one of those congratulatory

prologues which, in accordance with custom, at that epoch preceded all conversations

prevent them from detesting each other in the most cordial manner in the world.

However, it is the same nowadays; every wise man's mouth complimenting another wise

Claude Frollo's felicitations to Jacques Coictier bore reference principally to the

temporal advantages which the worthy physician had found means to extract, in

the course of his much envied career, from

each malady of the king, an operation of alchemy much better and more certain than

"In truth, Monsieur le Docteur Coictier, I felt great joy on learning of the bishopric

given your nephew, my reverend seigneur Pierre Verse.

"Yes, monsieur Archdeacon; it is a grace and mercy of God."

"Do you know that you made a great figure on Christmas Day at the bead of your

company of the chamber of accounts, Monsieur President?"

Alas! nothing more." "How is your superb house in the Rue Saint-

I love greatly the apricot tree which is carved on the door, with this play of

words: 'A L'ABRI-COTIER--Sheltered from reefs.'"

Master Claude, all that masonry costeth me dear.

In proportion as the house is erected, I am ruined."

"Ho! have you not your revenues from the jail, and the bailiwick of the Palais, and

the rents of all the houses, sheds, stalls, and booths of the enclosure?

"My castellany of Poissy has brought me in nothing this year."

"But your tolls of Triel, of Saint-James, of Saint-Germainen-Laye are always good."

"Six score livres, and not even Parisian livres at that."

"You have your office of counsellor to the king.

"Yes, brother Claude; but that accursed seigneury of Poligny, which people make so

much noise about, is worth not sixty gold crowns, year out and year in."

In the compliments which Dom Claude addressed to Jacques Coictier, there was

that sardonical, biting, and covertly mocking accent, and the sad cruel smile of

a superior and unhappy man who toys for a

moment, by way of distraction, with the dense prosperity of a vulgar man.

"Upon my soul," said Claude at length, pressing his hand, "I am glad to see you

and in such good health." "Thanks, Master Claude."

"By the way," exclaimed Dom Claude, "how is your royal patient?"

"He payeth not sufficiently his physician," replied the doctor, casting a side glance

"Think you so, Gossip Coictier," said the latter.

These words, uttered in a tone of surprise and reproach, drew upon this unknown

personage the attention of the archdeacon which, to tell the truth, had not been

diverted from him a single moment since the

stranger had set foot across the threshold of his cell.

It had even required all the thousand reasons which he had for handling tenderly

Doctor Jacques Coictier, the all-powerful physician of King Louis XI., to induce him

Hence, there was nothing very cordial in his manner when Jacques Coictier said to

"By the way, Dom Claude, I bring you a colleague who has desired to see you on

"Monsieur belongs to science?" asked the archdeacon, fixing his piercing eye upon

He found beneath the brows of the stranger a glance no less piercing or less

He was, so far as the feeble light of the lamp permitted one to judge, an old man

about sixty years of age and of medium stature, who appeared somewhat sickly and

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