"Chagny. A mile and a half. Château de Roborey."
She appeared to be troubled and in a low voice she murmured again:
"Roborey—Roborey."
"Doubtless that's the proper name of the château," hazarded Saint-Quentin. "What difference can it make to you?"
"None—none."
"But you look as if it made no end of a difference."
"No. It's just a coincidence."
"In what way?"
"With regard to the name of Roborey——"
"Well?"