At that moment, the voice of the priest, that infernal voice, passed very close to the cell, crying,—
"This way, Captain Phoebus de Chateaupers."
At that name, at that voice, la Esmeralda, crouching in her corner, made a movement.
"Do not stir!" said Gudule.
She had barely finished when a tumult of men, swords, and horses halted around the cell. The mother rose quickly and went to post herself before her window, in order to stop it up. She beheld a large troop of armed men, both horse and foot, drawn up on the Grève.