But it is not Mademoiselle Lenormand, it is not the peasant, nor the pantry maid." This time she looked up quickly.
"The woman I love is too far away, so I am going to give up thinking of her.

Countess, I made a peculiar discovery this morning." "A discovery, Monsieur?
What is it ?" "Do you see that fork in the road, a mile away?
When we reach it and turn I'll tell you what it is.

If I told you now it might spoil the ride.

What a day, truly! How clear everything is! And the air is like wine." He drew in deep breaths.
"Let us hurry and reach the fork in the road; my curiosity is stifling me." Maurice did not laugh as she expected he would.

As she observed the thoughtful frown between his brows, a shiver of dread ran through her.
It did not take long to cover the intervening mile.