hooked awry, accompanied by a snub-nosed little girl with straight
hair, and a cold in the head. In place of these he saw a fashionably-
dressed, Parisian-looking lady, who still seemed quite young, very
pleasant to behold, with her dark eyes and graceful movements, and a
girl, apparently about his own age, who was equally attractive.

She was brown-eyed, with a quick, mobile face, and a lithe and
shapely, if as yet somewhat unformed figure. The long thick plait in
which her chestnut hair was arranged could not hide its plenitude and
beauty, while the smallness of her hands and feet showed breeding, as
did her manners and presence. The observant Godfrey, at his first
sight of Juliette, for such was her name, marvelled how it was
possible that she should be the daughter of that plain and ungainly
old pasteur. On this point it is enough to say that others had
experienced the same wonder, and remained with their curiosity
unsatisfied. But then he might as well have inquired how he, Godfrey,
came to be his father's son, since in the whole universe no two
creatures could have been more diverse.

Monsieur Boiset waddled forward, with a gait like to that of a
superannuated duck, followed at some distance by Godfrey and the
stalwart Jean with the luggage.

"My dears," he called out in his high voice, "I have found our new
little friend; the train brought him safely. Here he is."

Madame and Juliette looked about them.

"I see him not," said Madame.