"Never, never!" cried Madame. "But we will prove it. Come with me now in my motor-car to the établissement of Madame Marcelle. She tells the truth in very deed."
Louise did not seem to mind, a pleased smile wreathed her face.
"You are the daughter of Grognan, the restaurant-keeper," remarked Madame.
"I am, I make no bones about it. I am proud of it, and of mon père."
"In that you are right," exclaimed Madame. "Ah, how quickly we move, and the rain falls in torrents. Ma petite Comtesse, ma chère petite Comtesse is now enjoying her lessons of the French. I do not recognize that chapeau as one belonging to the établissement of Madame Marcelle."
"It was your granddaughter sold it to me," said Louise.
"That is impossible," said Madame, calmly, "but we will soon find out. What were you doing in the lodge belonging to the château?"
"The woman gave me shelter," said Louise. "I had gone to acquaint M. le Comte with the fact that you kept a shop and la petite Comtesse was the little shopkeeper."
"And you saw mon Alphonse?"