“Now, de Grandin,” I threatened, as we seated ourselves in a compartment of the Paris express, “tell me all about it, or I’ll choke the truth out of you!”
“La, la,” he exclaimed in mock terror, “he is a ferocious one, this Americain! Very well, then, cher ami, from the beginning:
La, la,Americain!cher ami“You will recall how I told you houses gather evil reputations, even as people do? They do more than that, my friend; they acquire character.
“Broussac is an old place; in it generations of men have been born and have lived, and met their deaths; and the record of their personalities—all they have dreamed and thought and loved and hated—is written fair upon the walls of the house for him who cares to read. These thoughts I had when first I went to Broussac to trace down the reason for t
