And God blesses a cheerful giver, I'm told." It was the baker's chance, and he took it.

"I played 'The Heart Bowed Down'-it is English-under his window, two nights ago, and he sent word for me to come and play it again in the kitchen.

Ah, that is a good song, 'The Heart Bowed Down.'" "You'd be a better baker if you fiddled less," said Madame Dauphin, annoyed at being dropped out of the conversation.
"The soul must be fed, Madame," rejoined the baker, with asperity.
"Where is the tailor now ?" said the Seigneur shortly.

"At Portugais's on Vadrome Mountain.

They say he looked like a ghost when he went.