some grove of pines or elms, or at some picturesque bend of a river, or
in the shelter of some wooded hill beside the sea, the old-fashioned
residence is to be descried, seated in its broad _demesne_ with trees,
gardens and capacious buildings about it, and at no great distance an
old round windmill."

[Footnote A: The old French gentry or _noblesse_]

"Who lives in this one?"

"The Havilands. An English name but considered French;--grandfather an
officer, an English captain, who married the heiress of the old
D'Argentenayes, of this place."

"Mr. Haviland is the name of the person I am going to visit."

"The M.P.?"

"Yes, he is an M.P."

"A fine young fellow, then. His first name is Chamilly. His father was a
queer man--the Honorable Chateauguay--perhaps you've heard of _him_? He
was of a sort of an antiquarian and genealogical turn, you know, and
made a hobby of preserving old civilities and traditions, so that
Dormillière is said to be somewhat of a rum place."

The Ontarian thanked his acquaintance and got ready for landing at the
pier.