In a few days you will start for Churwalden, and you will say to this angry woman, 'I have lied--I love you.' In short, you will talk to her of your amorous flame; and you may, freely, under these circumstances, exhaust all your treasure-store of hyperbole.

She will listen to you, I can promise you, and she will say to herself, 'I seek vengeance--here it is.'" "I would like to believe you, madame," he replied, "but are you very certain that Mlle.

Moriaz is still at Churwalden ?" And, pointing with his finger, he showed her at the end of the avenue a figure coming towards them clad in a pretty nut-brown dress with a long train sweeping the gravel.
"Truly, I believe that it is she," cried Mme.

de Lorcy.

"M.