He made a quick impatient gesture.
"Oh, a little less of the Citizen, my dear. I know I 'm an ugly devil, but do I look like a Jacobin?"
Aline was amazed at his recklessness.
"Monsieur is a very imprudent person," she said warningly.
"Monsieur would like to know where he is," responded the young man, laughing.
She fixed her eyes on him.
"You are at Rancy-les-Bois, Monsieur."
He bit his lip, made a half turn, and indicated the blackened ruins above them.
"And this?"
"This is, or was, the Château de Montenay."