"For thirty years, m’sieu, I have been Carillonneur of Sainte Lesse." He smiled; then, saddened, he held out both hands toward Burley. The fingers were stiff and crippled with rheumatism. "No more," he said slowly; "the carillon is ended for me. The great art is no more for Jean Courtray, Master of Bells." "What is a carillon?" inquired John Burley simply. Blank incredulity was succeeded by a shocked expression on the old man’s visage. After a silence, in mild and patient protest, he said: "I am Jean Courtray, Carillonneur of Sainte Lesse.... Have you never heard of the carillon of Sainte Lesse, or of me?" "Never," said Burley. "We don’t have anything like that in America." The old carillonneur, Jean Courtray, began to speak in a low voice of his art, his profession, and of the great carillon of forty-six bells in the ancient tower of Sainte Lesse. A carillon, he explained, is a company of fixed bells tuned according to the chromatic scale and ranging through several octaves. These bells, rising tier above tier in a belfry, the smallest highest, the great, ponderous bells of the bass notes lowest, are not free to swing, but are fixed to huge beams, and are sounded by clappers connected by a wilderness of wires to a keyboard which is played upon by the bell-master or carillonneur. He explained that the office of bell-master was an ancient one and greatly honoured; that the bell-master was also a member of the municipal government; that his salary was a fixed one; that not only did he play upon the carillon on fête days, market days, and particular occasions, but he also travelled and gave concerts upon the few existing carillons of other ancient towns and cities, not alone in France where carillons were few, but in Belgium and Holland, where they still were comparatively many, although the German barbarians had destroyed some of the best at Liége, Arras, Dixmude, Termonde, and Ypres. "Monsieur," he went on in a voice which began to grow a little unsteady, "the Huns have destroyed the ancient carillons of Louvain and of Mechlin. In the superb bell-tower of Saint Rombold I have played for a thousand people; and the Carillonneur, Monsieur Vincent, and the great bell-master, Josef Denyn, have come to me to congratulate me with tears in their eyes--in their eyes----" There were tears in his own now, and he bent his white head and looked down at the worn floor under his crippled feet. "Alas," he said, "for Denyn--and for Saint Rombold’s tower. The Hun has passed that way." After a silence: "Who is it now plays the carillon in Sainte Lesse!" asked Burley. "My daughter, Maryette. Sainte Lesse has honoured me in my daughter, whom I myself instructed. My daughter--the little child of my old age, monsieur--is mistress of the bells of Sainte Lesse.... They call her Carillonnette in Sainte Lesse----" The door opened and the girl came in. CHAPTER XV CARILLONETTE