| BOOK FOURTH.
CHAPTER 5. MORE ABOUT CLAUDE FROLLO.
 (continued)Claude had confided him to that same college of Torchi
 where he had passed his early years in study and meditation;
 and it was a grief to him that this sanctuary, formerly edified
 by the name of Frollo, should to-day be scandalized by it.
 He sometimes preached Jehan very long and severe sermons,
 which the latter intrepidly endured.  After all, the young
 scapegrace had a good heart, as can be seen in all comedies.
 But the sermon over, he none the less tranquilly resumed his
 course of seditions and enormities.  Now it was a bejaune or
 yellow beak (as they called the new arrivals at the university),
 whom he had been mauling by way of welcome; a precious
 tradition which has been carefully preserved to our own day.
 Again, he had set in movement a band of scholars, who had
 flung themselves upon a wine-shop in classic fashion, quasi
 classico excitati, had then beaten the tavern-keeper "with
 offensive cudgels," and joyously pillaged the tavern, even to
 smashing in the hogsheads of wine in the cellar.  And then
 it was a fine report in Latin, which the sub-monitor of Torchi
 carried piteously to Dom Claude with this dolorous marginal
 comment,--Rixa; prima causa vinum optimum potatum.  Finally,
 it was said, a thing quite horrible in a boy of sixteen, that
 his debauchery often extended as far as the Rue de Glatigny. Claude, saddened and discouraged in his human affections,
 by all this, had flung himself eagerly into the arms of learning,
 that sister which, at least does not laugh in your face, and
 which always pays you, though in money that is sometimes a
 little hollow, for the attention which you have paid to her.
 Hence, he became more and more learned, and, at the same
 time, as a natural consequence, more and more rigid as a
 priest, more and more sad as a man.  There are for each of
 us several parallelisms between our intelligence, our habits,
 and our character, which develop without a break, and break
 only in the great disturbances of life. |