CLAUDE FROLLO (CONTINUED)
IN 1482 Quasimodo was about 20, Claude Frollo about 36; the one had grown up, the other had aged. Claude Frollo was no longer the simple student of the Collège de Torchi, loving protector of a little child, the dreamy young philosopher who knew a lot of things and was ignorant of many more. He was an austere, solemn, morose priest; having the cure of souls; Monsieur the Archdeacon of Josas, second acolyte to the bishop, having charge of the two deaneries of Montlhéry and Châteaufort and a hundred and seventy-four rural incumbents. He was a sombre and imposing person, before whom trembled the choirboys in their alb and gown, the machicots,⋆ the brethren of Saint Augustine, the early morning clergy of Notre- Dame, as he slowly passed beneath the high arches of the choir, majestic, pensive, with his arms folded and his head bent so low on his chest that all that could be seen of his face was his great bald forehead.
Dom Claude Frollo had, however, abandoned neither learning nor the education of his young brother, the two occupations of his life. But with that a certain bitterness had mingled with such sweet pleasures. In the long run, says Paul the Deacon,⋆ the best bacon goes rancid. Little Jehan Frollo, nicknamed du Moulin, 'of the mill', from the place where he had been put out to nurse, had not grown up along the lines which Claude had tried to imprint upon him. His big brother counted on a pious, docile, learned, honourable pupil. Now the young brother, like those saplings which defeat the gardener's efforts and turn obstinately towards the air and light, the young brother only increased and multiplied, only put forth fine, luxuriant, bushy branches towards idleness, ignorance, and debauchery. He was a proper devil, very unruly, which made Dom Claude frown, but very droll and very crafty, which