“We must not take the road we took the other time, which leads toward that gentleman’s property. Let us take another road—this one, for instance.”
“But suppose we lose our way?”
“We can always find it again by inquiring. Besides, Noisy-le-Grand is in this direction.”
“But Noisy isn’t where we want to go; we want to find the ravine where the cross is that was set up in memory of the young man who was murdered there.”
“Well! that ravine, they say, is close by the road leading to Noisy.”
“No, it’s near the park belonging to the Tower, and this road takes us away from it.”
“You don’t know any more about it than I. However, we will ask.”
The two friends walked along the road, which was unfamiliar to them; it was shaded in spots by fine walnut trees and venerable acacias.
After having walked for some time, Honorine stopped.
“How dark it is!” she said; “has the night come already?”