"But you inhabit the town. I will re-describe." I did so. "If it were possible to furnish me with renseignements——"
"Hold, M'sieu'. This lady is French?"
"Only exteriorly. Without doubt she speaks French, but as I do myself, like a Spanish cow."
"Non, non, M'sieu'," Charlotte politely protested. "But wait. She is alone?"
"She is with her French husband, the most beautiful young man even among the beautiful young men of France." (I was glad Alec was not there to hear me.)
Charlotte gave an exclamation. "Then it is they!"
"Ah! And they live——?"
"I do not know, M'sieu'. But Dinan is not very large."
"Neither is this very large, Charlotte, but it may aggrandise itself——"
And there passed between us certain pieces of postage-stamp-edging that united the filthy remnants of what had once been the notes of a Chamber of Commerce. I sought my candle and ascended to my room.