The ConclusionIt was early in the afternoon, and just at dinner-time,
when the three joyous travellers reached Villeneuve. After dinner,
the miller placed himself in the arm-chair, smoked his pipe, and
had a little nap. The bridal pair went arm-in-arm out through the
town and along the high road, at the foot of the wood-covered
rocks, and by the deep, blue lake.
The gray walls, and the heavy clumsy-looking towers of the
gloomy castle of Chillon, were reflected in the clear flood. The
little island, on which grew the three acacias, lay at a short
distance, looking like a bouquet rising from the lake. "How
delightful it must be to live there," said Babette, who again felt
the greatest wish to visit the island; and an opportunity offered
to gratify her wish at once, for on the sho
