Chapter 24
AN INVITATION TO DINNER The landlord of the Lion d'Or, who had appeared for a moment to chat with his guests while they took their morning coffee, pointed downwards into the valley, where little clouds of mist hung over the lowlands. "The messieurs will find themselves hot to-day," he remarked. "Here, only, there will be a breeze. Eleven hundred feet up, and only three miles from the sea! It is wonderful, eh?" Wrayson pointed across towards the chteau, whose towers rose from the bosom of the cool green woods. "There, also," he said, "it will be very pleasant. The chteau is as high as we are, is it not so?" The landlord shrugged his shoulders. "There is little difference," he admitted, "and in the woods there is always shade. But who may go there? Never was an estate kept so zealously
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