“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me, postman, there’s game about here, is there not?”
“Faith, no. A few rabbits, two or three hares—but there are too many foxes.”
“What, no roe-deer? no stags?”
“Never.”
And now I felt a strange thrill of joy.
“Here we are, Sir!”
After a final bend, the road did open out on the old avenue of which Lerne had kept this little bit. It was fringed by two rows of limes, and from the end of the two rows they formed, the door of Fonval seemed to be coming towards us.
In front of it, a carriage-sweep in the shape of a half moon widened the avenue, and beyond that one saw the outline of the blue roof of the château against the green of the trees, and the trees themselves standing out on the somber flanks of the gully.