"We are not very far from the Chalet des Muguets, and I 'ave some
excellent tea there. We will 'ave a rest, and tell the man to come back
for us in one hour. What do you think of that, Madame?"
"It is very kind of you," said Sylvia gratefully; and, indeed, she did
think it very kind. It would be pleasant to rest a while in the Wachner's
villa and have tea there.
Sylvia was in the mood to enjoy every new experience, however trifling,
and she had never been in a French private house.
"Au Chalet des Muguets," called out Madame Wachner to the driver.
He nodded and turned his horse round.
Soon they were making their way along newly-made roads, cut through what
had evidently been, not so very long before, a great stretch of forest
land.
"The good people of Lacville are in a hurry to make money," observed
Madame Wachner in French. "I am told that land here has nearly trebled in
value the last few years, though houses are still cheap."
"It seems a pity they should destroy such beautiful woods," said Sylvia
regretfully, remembering what the Comte de Virieu had said only that
morning.
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