Charolais--retired brewer--chevalier of the Legion of Honour--landowner at Rennes.

Let me introduce my son." The young man bowed awkwardly.

"We came from Rennes this morning, and we lunched at Kerlor's farm." "Shall I order tea for them ?" whispered Sonia.
"Gracious, no!" said Germaine sharply under her breath; then, louder, she said to M.Charolais, "And what is your object in calling ?" "We asked to see your father," said M.Charolais, smiling with broad amiability, while his eyes danced across her face, avoiding any meeting with hers.

"The footman told us that M.Gournay-Martin was out, but that his daughter was at home.

And we were unable, quite unable, to deny ourselves the pleasure of meeting you." With that he sat down; and his son followed his example.
Sonia and Germaine, taken aback, looked at one another in some perplexity.
"What a fine chateau, papa!" said the young man.
"Yes, my boy; it's a very fine chateau," said M.Charolais, looking round the hall with appreciative but greedy eyes.
There was a pause.
"It's a very fine chateau, young ladies," said M.Charolais.
"Yes; but excuse me, what is it you have called about ?" said Germaine.
M.Charolais crossed his legs, leant back in his chair, thrust his thumbs into the arm-holes of his waistcoat, and said: "Well, we've come about the advertisement we saw in the RENNES ADVERTISER, that M.
Gournay-Martin wanted to get rid of a motor-car; and my son is always saying to me, 'I should like a motor-car which rushes the hills, papa.' He means a sixty horse-power." "We've got a sixty horse-power; but it's not for sale.