Mivart added, “If you had come an hour sooner, you might have seen Mademoiselle Rose; she was in the town.”
“Mademoiselle Rose? who is that?”
“Why, Madame Aubertin’s sister.”
At this Dr. Aubertin looked first very puzzled, then very grave.
“Hum!” said he, after a little reflection, “where do these paragons live?”
“They lodge at a small farm; it belongs to a widow; her name is Roth.” They parted. Dr. Aubertin walked slowly towards his carriage, his hands behind him, his eyes on the ground. He bade the driver inquire where the Widow Roth lived, and learned it was about half a league out of the town. He drove to the farmhouse; when the carriage drove up, a young lady looked out of the window on the first floor. It was Rose de Beaurepaire. She caught the doctor’s eye, and he hers. She came down and welcomed him with a great appearance of cordiality, and asked him, with a smile, how he found them out.
“From your medical attendant,” said the doctor, dryly.
Rose looked keenly in his face.
“He said he was in attendance on two paragons of beauty, blue eyes, white teeth and arms.”
“And you found us out by that?” inquired Rose, looking still more keenly at him.