She met Bontet and stopped for a moment in conversation with him.

Then she pursued her leisurely walk in the direction of Pontorson, and I watched her till she was about three hundred yards off.

But her form had no charms, and, growing tired of the prospect, I turned away remarking to myself: "I suppose the old lady wants just a little stroll before dinner." Nor did I see any reason to be dissatisfied with either of my inferences--at the moment.

So I disturbed myself no more, but rang the bell and ordered some coffee and a little glass of the least bad brandy in the inn.

For it could not be long before I was presented with the Duke of Saint-Maclou's compliments and an intimation that he would be glad to have my company on a walk in the cool of the evening..