You have so ready and sympathetic an understanding." "But no curiosity," said Andre-Louis.

"You haven't thought of that." "I wonder what you mean, Cousin Andre." "Well you may," laughed Philippe.

"For no one ever knows." And then, his glance straying across the terrace settled upon a carriage that was drawn up before the door of the chateau.

It was a vehicle such as was often to be seen in the streets of a great city, but rarely in the country.

It was a beautifully sprung two-horse cabriolet of walnut, with a varnish upon it like a sheet of glass and little pastoral scenes exquisitely painted on the panels of the door.