"But you are not the man I spoke to."
"No, it was my brother. He is obliged to stay at home; his wife is taken suddenly sick."
"Very well; you will no doubt answer the purpose equally well. Philip, take a seat inside."
Ben did so.
"Where shall I drive, monsieur?"
Major Grafton indicated the direction.
They drove over a broad, smooth road on the eastern shore of the lake. It was a charming drive, not alone on account of the smooth waters of the lake which were in constant view, but also on account of the distant mountains and the picturesque Swiss habitations which regaled their eyes.
They kept on uninterruptedly for nearly two hours, until Ben began to marvel at the length of the drive.
Finally they came in sight of a large, picturesquely situated house, surrounded by trees.
"We will descend here, Philip," said Major Grafton. "I want you to see this chateau."