to them that they were on the Pont Saint-Michel, then loaded with houses.

“I will first show you the way,” said Phoebus to his companion, “I will then go in search of the fair one who is awaiting me near the Petit-Ch�telet.”

His companion made no reply; he had not uttered a word since they had been walking side by side.

Phoebus halted before a low door, and knocked roughly; a light made its appearance through the cracks of the door.

“Who is there?” cried a toothless voice.

“Corps-Dieu! T�te-Dieu! Ventre-Dieu!” replied the captain.

The door opened instantly, and allowed the new-corners to see an old