But "It will be enchanting by the lake!" she heard some one say eagerly.
And this chance remark made up her mind for her. After all, she might as
well go and see the lake, of which everyone who mentioned Lacville spoke
so enthusiastically.
Down the whole party swept along a narrow street, bordered by high white
houses, shabby cafes, and little shops. Quite a crowd had left the
station, and they were all now going the same way.
A turn in the narrow street, and Sylvia uttered a low cry of pleasure and
astonishment!
Before her, like a scene in a play when the curtain is rung up, there
suddenly appeared an immense sunlit expanse of water, fringed by high
trees, and bordered by quaint, pretty chalets and villas, fantastic in
shape, and each surrounded by a garden, which in many cases ran down to
the edge of the lake.
To the right, stretching out over the water, its pinnacles and minarets
reflected in blue translucent depths, rose what looked like a great white
marble palace.
"Is it not lovely?" said the Frenchman eagerly. "And the water of the
lake is so shallow, Madame, there is no fear of anyone being drowned in
it! That is such an advantage when one has children.
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