Then she cried: “Mademoiselle Germaine! Look! Look!”
“What is it?” said Germaine, coming to her side.
“A horseman! Look! There!” said Sonia, waving a hand towards the road.
“Yes; and isn’t he galloping!” said Germaine.
“It’s he! It’s the Duke!” cried Sonia.
“Do you think so?” said Germaine doubtfully.
“I’m sure of it—sure!”
“Well, he gets here just in time for tea,” said Germaine in a tone of extreme satisfaction. “He knows that I hate to be kept waiting. He said to me, ‘I shall be back by five at the latest.’ And here he is.”
“It’s impossible,” said Sonia. “He has to go all the way round the park. There’s no direct road; the brook is between us.”
“All the same, he’s coming in a straight line,” said Germaine.