"Do you want to go, young ’uns?"
The boys seemed to hesitate; at last the oldest one said in an undertone:
"We should have to pass the White House!"
"The White House!" said Alfred, "what’s that? Is it an inn?"
The peasants shook their heads.
"Is it a farm-house, or a wine-shop?" asked Edouard.
The peasants still said nothing, and Robineau muttered between his teeth:
"These clowns are terribly stupid!"
At last the old man drew nearer to the travellers and said in a low voice:
"The White House is a place that I don’t much like in the daytime, and still less at night! It’s a dangerous place! All the accidents happen near there! in fact, it’s a bewitched place!"