She loathed Paris; she wouldn't set foot there yet! "Eh, darling, we'll stay ?" she said, giving Georges's knees a squeeze, as though Steiner were of no account.
The carriages had pulled up abruptly, and in some surprise the company got out on some waste ground at the bottom of a small hill.

With his whip one of the drivers had to point them out the ruins of the old Abbey of Chamont where they lay hidden among trees.

It was a great sell! The ladies voted them silly.

Why, they were only a heap of old stones with briers growing over them and part of a tumble-down tower.

It really wasn't worth coming a couple of leagues to see that! Then the driver pointed out to them the countryseat, the park of which stretched away from the abbey, and he advised them to take a little path and follow the walls surrounding it.