on the balcony that overlooked the river, Monsieur Michon ventured to ask them if they were pleased with Buissac, and they said that they were very pleased.
'Is it over there that the comtesse de Lamouderie lives?' Graham asked, pointing towards the promontory.
'Madame la comtesse? Mais oui, Monsieur.' Monsieur Michon could not conceal his surprise. 'Monsieur knows Madame la comtesse?'
'I met her this afternoon. She lives at the Manoir, she told me, in chestnut woods.'
'Yes, but it is a rough road. Monsieur will not get the car to go up it.'
'So she said. One follows the highroad and turns off.'
'You cannot miss it, Monsieur. One turns off at the cemetery à mi-route. And one has a fine view of the river on the way. We seldom see Madame la comtesse here in Buissac; but once a year she appears at High Mass; so I am told,' Monsieur Michon added with discretion, proving himself to be with the Mairie against the Church. 'She is an eccentric old lady.'
'And do you have great floods here at Buissac?' Graham asked, idly interested in verifying his old friend's histories.
'Ah, not now, Monsieur. This is not the season.' Monsieur Michon was evidently alarmed lest a reputation for floods should make Buissac less attractive.
'No; not now. But in the spring. Are people often drowned?'
'Drowned, Monsieur?' Monsieur Michon spoke
