In the carriage were two young women, dressed both alike in very elegant, but very simple, travelling costumes.
When the carriage was opposite the gate the coachman stopped his horses, and addressing the Abbe: "Monsieur le Cure," said he, "these ladies wish to speak to you." Then, turning toward the ladies: "This is Monsieur le Cure of Longueval." The Abbe Constantin approached and opened the little gate.

The travellers alighted.

Their looks rested, not without astonishment, on the young officer, who stood there, a little embarrassed, with his straw hat in one hand, and his salad dish, all overflowing with endive, in the other.
The visitors entered the garden, and the elder--she seemed about twenty-five--addressing the Abbe Constantin, said to him, with a little foreign accent, very original and very peculiar: "I am obliged to introduce myself---Mrs.Scott; I am Mrs.Scott! It was I who bought the castle and farms and all the rest here at the sale yesterday.

I hope that I do not disturb you, and that you can spare me five minutes." Then, pointing to her travelling companion, "Miss Bettina Percival, my sister; you guessed it, I am sure.

We are very much alike, are we not?
Ah! Bettina, we have left our bags in the carriage, and we shall want them directly." "I will get them." And as Miss Percival prepared to go for the two little bags, Jean said to her: "Pray allow me." "I am really very sorry to give you so much trouble.