"If I was out of line, as you so put it, then it is only because the sin inside you made it so.”
Belle didn’t want to have to face Frollo the selanjutnya morning, and she prayed silently that this would be one of those morning where she ate breakfast alone. Unfortunately, when she walked into the room, he was there, and she couldn’t bring herself to look at him as she slid into a seat.
“Did anda sleep well?”
Belle started, unable to believe it. He was akting as if the sebelumnya night hadn’t happened at all. “My dreams were haunted,” she managed to stammer.
"You know, Belle, you are rapidly becoming a very beautiful woman."
It came to Belle quite easily as she lay awake that night that the best way to subdue the guards would be to somehow put them to sleep. Sedatives were easy to get hold of, she knew, having procured them for Frollo and the Archdeacon in the past; all she had to do was go to the pharmacy on the corner and request that the pharmacist not tell Frollo that she had been there. If he suspected her of helping the gypsy escape, well, Clopin was right, she would be in extreme danger. For that, she would have to pin a lot of the blame on Clopin himself once Frollo learned he had escaped; she would have...
Belle hardly slept that night. The Festival had awakened something in her...and so had something else. That gypsy man, she wished she had got his name, when he had touched her she had felt a thrill, a rush of something, possibly of all she lacked living here with Frollo, and she had felt excited and pleasantly giddy all at once.
And she wanted to feel like that again.
By morning she had made up her mind; she would go out and see if she could find him.
“And what are anda going to do today?” Frollo asked her over breakfast.
“I have to return those buku to the bookshop,” Belle replied.