The jig was up

Suddenly Jacques sprang up and danced a little jig. ā€œIā€™m getting married in the morning! Ding, dong, the bells are gonna chime!ā€ he sang breezily. But soon he sat down, his dejection impossible to ignore, and the mood became sombre again, all present grimly certain that actually they were going to be tortured to death and that the only sound the bells would make would be a slow, funereal toll.