"But my daughter is so nervous."
"There is not a more timid creature in the world than my poor little Marie."
"At all events, monsieur, you are a Frenchman, and know what is due to ladies of our station."
"In that respect, madame, I shall follow General Guillaume's example."
They were now among the gardens of Börcs, where the cherry-trees, heavily laden with fruit, rose above the tall hedges; and very soon they turned into a beautiful street shaded by walnut-trees, which led to the redoubt. The parsonage was the only house of importance in the village. The pastor was standing at his door when Vavel ordered the coach to stop. He assisted the ladies to alight, and begged the pastor to grant them the hospitality of his roof. The request was not refused, and the ladies were made as comfortable as possible.
"Do you care to see the sights of the village, madame?" asked Vavel of the mother, after they had partaken of the lunch prepared by the pastor's housekeeper. The young lady, who was exhausted by the journey, had gone to her room. "There is a very old church here which is interesting."
"Are there any fine pictures in it?" inquired madame.
"There is one,—a very touching scene,—'The Samaritan.'"
"Ancient or modern?" queried the lady.
"The subject is old—it dates back to the first years of Christianity, madame. The execution is modern."