“Have you enough?”
“Yes.”
I drew out my note-book, sketched a plan of the locality and wrote about in their relative positions the names of the villages which M. Leduc had just pointed out to me.
“That’s done!” said I.
“Where shall we go now?”
“Isn’t the church of Brou near this road?”
“Yes.”
“Then let us go to the church of Brou.”
“Do you need that in your novel?”
“Yes, indeed; you don’t imagine I am going to lay my scene in a country which contains the architectural masterpiece of the sixteenth century without utilizing that masterpiece, do you?”