When the young girl, followed by Madame Ursula, who was choking with rage, emerged upon the Square, all the peasants lifted their hats.
"There is the carriage!" said Ursula.
A lacquey in livery approached, leading a fine English horse. Irène arrested the animal.
"Do you intend to mount again? I thought," said Madame Ursula, "that you had promised to return in the carriage with me."
But Irène was already in her saddle.
The governess continued:
"The Comtesse expected—"
"Never mind that! And now, John, to the Château at once," said Irène, galloping off.
"Who is that lady?" asked Bobichel.
"Mademoiselle de Salves," a peasant replied, "the wealthiest heiress in the neighborhood."