Half-way up the flight he stooped, and picked up a little spray of flowers: "Fresh!" he said.

"These have not been long plucked." "Salvias," said the Duke.
"Salvias they are," said Guerchard.

"Pink salvias; and there is only one gardener in France who has ever succeeded in getting this shade--M.
Gournay-Martin's gardener at Charmerace.

I'm a gardener myself." "Well, then, last night's burglars came from Charmerace.

They must have," said the Duke.
"It looks like it," said Guerchard.
"The Charolais," said the Duke.
"It looks like it," said Guerchard.
"It must be," said the Duke.