“‘When did you reach Boiscoran?’
“‘Last night.’
“‘How childish you are!’ she exclaimed, stamping her foot. ‘Last night! And on what pretext?’
“‘I need no pretext to visit my uncle.’
“‘And was he not surprised to see you drop from the clouds at this time of the year?’
“‘Why, yes, a little,’ I answered foolishly, incapable as I was of concealing the truth.
“Her dissatisfaction increased visibly.
“‘And how did you get here?’ she commenced again. ‘Did you know this cross-road?’
“‘No, I inquired about it.’
“‘From whom?’