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that John Baptist felt it a point of honour to reply at the grate, and in good time and tune, though a little hoarsely: 'Of all the king's knights 'tis the flower, Compagnon de la Majolaine! Of all the king's knights 'tis the flower, Always gay!

'He always has; he always will! Stretching his body out on the only three chairs in the room besides that on which Clennam sat, he sang, smiting himself on the breast as the gallant personage of the song. 'Who passes by this road so late? Compagnon de la Majolaine! Who passes by this road so late? Always gay! 'Sing the Refrain, pig! You could sing it once, in another jail. Sing it!

Or, by every Saint who was stoned to death, I'll be affronted and compromising; and then some people who are not dead yet, had better have been stoned along with them! 'Of all the king's knights 'tis the flower, Compagnon de la Majolaine! Of all the king's knights 'tis the flower, Always gay!

Again the man jostled him in the crooked street, again he followed the man and lost him, again he came upon the man in the court-yard looking at the house, again he followed the man and stood beside him on the door-steps. 'Who passes by this road so late? Compagnon de la Majolaine; Who passes by this road so late? Always gay!

'Adieu, my birds! the pretty child repeated. Her innocent face looked back so brightly over his shoulder, as he walked away with her, singing her the song of the child's game: 'Who passes by this road so late? Compagnon de la Majolaine! Who passes by this road so late? Always gay!

His friend looked at him with a braggart air, and sang to himself. 'Who passes by this road so late? Compagnon de la Majolaine; Who passes by this road so late? Always gay! After which he knocked again. 'You are impatient, sir, said Arthur. 'I am, sir.

The pursuing horseman was beside her; a strong hand was laid upon her bridle; a mocking voice was ringing in her ear: "Whither away so fast, pretty one?" Who passes by this road so late? Companion of the Majolaine! Who passes by this road so late? Say! oh, say? Old French Song.

It was not the first time, by many, that he had recalled the song of the child's game, of which the fellow had hummed @ verse while they stood side by side; but he was so unconscious of having repeated it audibly, that he started to hear the next verse. 'Of all the king's knights 'tis the flower, Compagnon de la Majolaine; Of all the king's knights 'tis the flower, Always gay!