"I only remember that monsieur le président was as jealous as all possessed of the Chevalier de Bretteville, and he had good cause to be. So it used to afford madame no end of amusement to invite them both to the castle at the same time."
"Yes, and that was what reminded me of that affair of the osprey."
"I really have no idea what you mean."
"Ah, Zerbinette, you are growing old."
"Alas, yes, madame!"
"Well, we might as well walk in one direction as another, so suppose we pay a visit to Grand Sire's Rock. The sight of the dear old rock will rejuvenate me. Let me see, Zerbinette," added the marquise, taking another pinch of snuff, "when was it that poor Lunel and the chevalier were—"
"In October, 1779," responded Zerbinette, promptly.
"Sixty-odd years ago. Come and let us go and take a look at the famous rock. It will make me feel young again."
"Very well, madame, but won't you find the walk too fatiguing?"
"I have the legs of fifteen this morning, girl, but if they should fail me, you have my chair, you know."