He decided that the Sannois Hill is more beautiful than Koseg; and indeed it is not necessary to be in love with Mlle.
Moriaz to hold that opinion.
After having had a good breakfast, he again set out, following the crest of the hill and going through the woods.

As he approached Cormeilles, he saw in the distance, beyond a grove of oaks, the white walls of a pretty villa.

His heart beat faster, and by a sort of divination he said within himself, "That must be it." He inquired; he had made no mistake.

Five minutes later he stood before a railing, through which he saw a green lawn.

At the entrance of the porter's lodge a woman sat knitting.
"Can you tell me where M.Moriaz lives ?" asked Count Larinski.
"Here, monsieur," she replied; "but M.Moriaz is absent; he will not return for a month.