"Why not? She is a charming girl."
"Yes; she is charming, sir; but, believe me, do not trouble yourself about her."
"And why so, if you please?"
"Because she is not what she seems to be."
"Why, it's a perfect romance of the Anne Radcliffe school; we have been advancing from mystery to mystery during the last few days."
"Yes, and the further we go, the more gloomy matters will become around us."
"Bah, bah! I do not believe a word. Ivon, take off my boots."
The man-servant obeyed. Since his entry into the village, the worthy Breton had been in one continued trance, and trembled in all his limbs. All he saw seemed to him so extraordinary and horrible, that he expected every moment to be massacred.
"Well," the Count asked him, "what do you think of it all, Ivon?"
"Your lordship knows that I am a great coward," the Breton stammered.