He walked about the square with the Marquis de Courtornieu----" "And his son ?" interrupted Maurice.
"The Marquis Martial, is it not?
He is also walking before the church with Mademoiselle Blanche de Courtornieu upon his arm.

Ah! I do not understand how people can call her pretty--a little bit of a thing, so blond that one might suppose her hair was gray.

Ah! how those two laughed and made fun of the peasants.

They say they are going to marry each other.

And even this evening there is to be a banquet at the Chateau de Courtornieu in honor of the duke." He had told all he knew.