——“So hating, I say, to make mysteries of _nothing_”——I intrusted it
with the post-boy, as soon as ever I got off the stones; he gave a
crack with his whip to balance the compliment; and with the thill-horse
trotting, and a sort of an up and a down of the other, we danced it
along to _Ailly au clochers_, famed in days of yore for the finest
chimes in the world; but we danced through it without music—the chimes
being greatly out of order—(as in truth they were through all
_France_).