It nestled comfortably below the hill, which rose very steeply immediately behind it.

The road along which we were approaching appeared to afford the only access, and no other house was visible.

But, desolate as the spot certainly was, the house itself presented a gay appearance, for there were lights in every window from ground to roof.
"She seems to have company," I observed.
"It is that she expects us," answered Gustave.

"This illumination is in our honor." "Come on," said I, quickening my pace; and Gustave burst out laughing.
"I knew you would catch fire when once I got you started!" he cried.
Suddenly a voice struck on my ear--a clear, pleasant voice: "Was he slow to catch fire, my dear Gustave ?" I started.

Gustave looked round.
"It is she," he said.