From all of which it will be guessed that Ethel Ogilvy was a mystic of
the first water.



CHAPTER V

MADAME RIENNES

About 11 o'clock on the day following this conversation, Godfrey found
himself standing on the platform in the big station of Lucerne.

"How are you going to get to Kleindorf?" Miss Ogilvy asked of him.
"It's five miles away by the road. I think you had better come to my
house and have some /dejeuner/. Afterwards I will send you there in
the carriage."

As she spoke a tall gaunt man in ultra-clerical attire, with a very
large hooked nose and wearing a pair of blue spectacles, came
shuffling towards them.

"Madame is Engleesh?" he said, peering at her through the blue
glasses. "Oh! it is easy to know it, though I am so blind. Has Madame
by chance seen a leetle, leetle Engleesh boy, who should arrive out of
this train? I look everywhere and I cannot find him, and the
conducteur, he says he not there. No leetle boy in the second class.
His name it is Godfrey, the son of an English pasteur, a man who fear
God in the right way."