It should be Paris first, and Saint Marcoul and the crewels afterwards, but anything to waste time and keep out of the brunt of the battle." Here he struck his hand on the table so that the vessels leaped.

"I fear what may come of it," he said.

"For every day that passes is great loss to us and much gain to our enemies of England, who will anon garrison Paris." "Faint-heart," cried Elliot, plucking his beard.

"You will never believe in the Maid, who has never yet failed to help us, by the aid of the saints." "The saints help them that help themselves," he answered.

"And Paris town has walls so strong, that once the fresh English are entered in, even the saints may find it a hard bargain.