He took off his wig and wiped his forehead.

“I am a ventriloquist of genius,” murmured he.  “What talent I displayed!  I have equalled Brabant, the engastrimist of Francis I. of France.  Dea is convinced that Gwynplaine is here.”

“Ursus,” said Dea, “where is Gwynplaine?”

Ursus started and turned round.  Dea was still standing at the back of the stage, alone under the lamp which hung from the ceiling.  She was pale, with the pallor of a ghost.

She added, with an ineffable expression of despair,—­

“I know.  He has left us.  He is gone.  I always knew that he had wings.”

And raising her sightless eyes on high, she added,—­

“When shall I follow?”

CHAPTER III.

COMPLICATIONS.

Ursus was stunned.

He had not sustained the illusion.

Was it the fault of ventriloquism?  Certainly not.  He had succeeded in deceiving Fibi and Vinos, who had eyes, although he had not deceived Dea, who was blind.  It was because Fibi and Vinos saw with their eyes, while Dea saw with her heart.  He could not utter a word.  He thought to himself, Bos in lingua.  The troubled man has an ox on his tongue.

In his complex emotions, humiliation was the first which dawned on him.  Ursus, driven out of his last resource, pondered.

“I lavish my onomatopies in vain.”  Then, like every dreamer, he reviled himself.  “What a frightful failure!  I wore myself out in a pure loss of imitative harmony.  But what is to be done next?”

He looked at Dea.  She was silent, and grew paler every moment, as she stood perfectly motionless.  Her sightless eyes remained fixed in depths of thought.

Fortunately, something happened.  Ursus saw Master Nicless in the yard, with a candle in his hand, beckoning to him.

Master Nicless had not assisted at the end of the phantom comedy played by Ursus.  Some one had happened to knock at the door of the inn.  Master Nicless had gone to open it.  There had been two knocks, and twice Master Nicless had disappeared.  Ursus, absorbed by his hundred-voiced monologue, had not observed his absence.

On the mute call of Master Nicless, Ursus descended.

He approached the tavern-keeper.  Ursus put his finger on his lips. 
Master Nicless put his finger on his lips.

The two looked at each other thus.

Each seemed to say to the other, “We will talk, but we will hold our tongues.”

The tavern-keeper silently opened the door of the lower room of the tavern.  Master Nicless entered.  Ursus entered.  There was no one there except these two.  On the side looking on the street both doors and window-shutters were closed.

The tavern-keeper pushed the door behind him, and shut it in the face of the inquisitive Govicum.

Master Nicless placed the candle on the table.