“One of the most—but here we are at the farm.”
And Quentin opened the carriage door.
“I thought you were a braver man than that,” said the Countess.
The carriage stopped and Quentin jumped to the muddy road. It was beginning to rain again.
“Can’t you get the carriage closer to the house?” Quentin asked Pacheco.
“Take hold of the bridle of one of the horses. That’s it.”
“Shall I knock here?”
“Knock away.”
Quentin gave two resounding knocks.
Several minutes passed, and no one appeared at the door.