Just then the line went round a bend. “Look,” he said, “there is the place I told you we were coming to, with the dark trees, the three peaks, and the stream, and the white church with the cock on top of the spire.”
She let down the carriage window, and stared at the scene.
“Yes,” she exclaimed, “it is just as you described. Oh! at last I have found what I have been seeking for years. Godfrey, I believe that you have the true gift.”
“What gift, Miss Ogilvy?”
“Clairvoyance, of course, and perhaps clairaudience as well.”
The lad burst out laughing, and said that he wished it were something more useful.
From all of which it will be guessed that Ethel Ogilvy was a mystic of the first water.
CHAPTER V
MADAME RIENNES
About 11 o’clock on the day following this conversation, Godfrey found himself standing on the platform in the big station of Lucerne.
“How are you going to get to Kleindorf?” Miss Ogilvy asked of him. “It’s five miles away by the road. I think you had better come to my house and have some déjeuner. Afterwards I will send you there in the carriage.”