Adèle's and my eyes met.
"When you hear me say, 'Look'," I said.
With the faintest smile, 'Pierrette' stared through the wind-screen….
I returned to the rear of the car.
The way we were using was narrow, but fifty paces away in the direction of Argelès was a track which left our road to lead to a farm. For this spot the driver was making. There he would be able to turn with the acme of ease.
His two companions were standing close to Berry.
As luck would have it, the latter was standing with his back to our car, perhaps a foot from the tail-lamp.
Not one of the three, I fancy, had any idea that our engine was running.
I addressed the mechanics in French.
"I have been talking with Madame, and, tired as she is, she agrees that it will be best if we follow you to Lourdes. Please don't go too fast when you get to the town, or we shall lose our way."