she ran down the road to meet him, and implored, "Pierre! Pierre! Wait!" The saleman, whose name was, in fact, Gringoire, turned, an expression of amazement mixed with dismay on his face. "Esmeralda!" They fell into each other's arms, sobbing and laughing at once.

Later that night, in each other's arms, they heard the bells of the nearby abbey church ringing for Lauds. Over the sound of the bells they heard faintly a voice calling,