CHAPTER V. 



REPRESEXTS HIMSELF AS EN VOYAGE, AND SAFELY 

 RETURNS TO HIS NATIVE COUNTRY. 



S a useful hint, Sir, to intending tourists in 

 Brittany, remember that, however powerful may 

 be the Silver Key, you must always have ready 

 a neat set of compliments wherewith to oil the 

 locks. Also, stick to your traps, for, as my Step-Grand- 

 mother says, " A Fool and his luggage are soon parted." 



We did all the environs of Dinan in a triumphal chariot. 

 Having come out for a drive, we flatly refused to descend and 

 eke out the time by walking to points of view. The Driver 

 tried very hard to induce us. With a cracking of whip, a 

 jangling of bells, and a hullabaloo enough to have alarmed 

 even a Breton village on a sultry day, he pulled up his noble 

 steeds at the border of a grand avenue, about two hundred 

 yards in length by a hundred in breadth, at the end of which 

 we saw what appeared to us a dirty, old, broken^ useless, 

 and unused pump. 



" There it is ! " cried the man, waving his Avhip, and trying 

 to dance himself into an ecstacy of admiration and delight, 

 as he held the carriage-door open. '' There's the fountain ! 



