Those extras jangled away haphazard.

It was a riot of discord." Carhaix ruminated in silence as they descended.

Then, "Ah, monsieur," he said, his watery eyes fairly bubbling, "the ring of bells, there's your real sacred music." They were now above the main door of the building and they came out into the great covered gallery on which the towers rest.

Carhaix smiled and pointed out a complete peal of miniature bells, installed between two pillars on a plank.

He pulled the cords, and, in ecstasies, his eyes protruding, his moustache bristling, he listened to the frail tinkling of his toy.
And suddenly he relinquished the cords.
"I once had a crazy idea," he said, "of forming a class here and teaching all the intricacies of the craft, but no one cared to learn a trade which was steadily going out of existence.