Slowly we jogged along under the stars, St.Michel being our continual companion on the right hand, as we followed the road round the bay.

When we had gone five or six miles, we turned suddenly inland.

There were banks on each side of the road now, and we were going uphill; for rising out of the plain there was a sudden low spur of higher ground.
"Is the house at the top ?" I asked Gustave.
"Just under the top," said he.
"I shall walk," said I.
The fact is, I had grown intolerably impatient of our slow jog, which had now sunk to a walk.
We jumped out and strode on ahead, soon distancing our carriage, and waking echoes with our merry talk.
"I rather wonder they have not come to meet us," said Gustave.

"See, there is the house." A sudden turn in the road had brought us in sight of it.

It was a rather small modern Gothic _chteau_.