Grenoble
She opened and read it, then laid it on the chimney-piece.
“Then you have been in Meylan; by chance, no doubt?”
“Oh, madame, can you believe it needed chance to take me there? For how long had I not yearned to see it once more?”
Again silence.
“Your life has been a stirring one, M. Berlioz.”
“How do you know, madame?”
“I have read your biography—by Méry, I think. I bought it some years ago.”