The young girl was silent, considering. But Saint-Quentin felt sure that she had not abandoned this unprecedented design. He was seeking for arguments to dissuade her when Castor and Pollux came running up:
"Three caravans are coming along!"
They issued on the instant, one after the other in single file, from a sunken lane, which opened on to the cross-roads, and took the road to Roborey. They were an Aunt Sally, a Rifle-Range, and a Tortoise Merry-go-round. As he passed in front of Dorothy and Saint-Quentin, one of the men of the Rifle-Range called to them:
"Are you coming along too?"
"Where to?" said Dorothy.
"To the château. There's a village fête in the grounds. Shall I keep a pitch for you?"
"Right. And thanks very much," replied the young girl.
The caravans went on their way.
"What's the matter, Saint-Quentin?" said Dorothy.
He was looking paler than usual.