"Yes, for the summer;—and for rest."
"What part of France?"
"Ah, that, Countess, I must not tell."
"But I am one of her oldest friends! Am I not even to correspond with her?"
"Well, you know her one object in going there is for absolute rest, not even writing letters. I see you are hurt, dear lady, and I understand your feelings, but I am sworn to secrecy."
The lady stiffened, and settled back in the carriage. "Hurt! I should say so. And why not, pray?"
Dr. Cervini seemed to reflect a moment. "Well, Countess, will you give me your solemn word of honor to guard the secret if I tell you?"
"I promise."
"Do you happen to know the town of Tarbes?"