"Where shall we go now?"

"Isn't the church of Brou near this road?"

"Yes."

"Then let us go to the church of Brou."

"Do you need that in your novel?"

"Yes, indeed; you don't imagine I am going to lay my scene in
a country which contains the architectural masterpiece of the
sixteenth century without utilizing that masterpiece, do you?"

"Let us go to the church of Brou."

A quarter of an hour later the sacristan showed us into this
granite jewel-case which contains the three marble gems called
the tombs of Marguerite of Austria, Marguerite or Bourbon, and
of Philibert le Beau."

"How is it," I asked the sacristan, "that all these masterpieces
were not reduced to powder during the Revolution?"

"Ah! sir, the municipality had an idea."

"What was it?"

"That of turning the church into a storage house for fodder."