“Well, tell me, Thomasseau, in which direction is that lady’s house?”
“Oh! it’s at the other side of the village, in sight of the railroad.”
“And I can’t see it from this window?”
“No, madame, there’s too many houses in between.”
“Do you know also where a young man from Paris lives—a very fashionable young man, who has hired a large house just for himself alone?”
“A nice-looking, dandified young gentleman? that must be the one who’s hired Monsieur Durand’s house.”
“His name is Edmond Didier.”
“That’s it, Monsieur Edmond; well, he lives not far from Madame Droguet’s, on the main street.”
“Can I see his house from here?”
“No better than the other; it’s on the other side, where the land slopes off a little; the village ain’t as even as a mirror.”