CHAPTER V.
FATHER AND STEP-DAUGHTER.
It was on one of the first days of June.

Clotilde had left early in the morning, fresh and radiant as the dawn.

Two hours later, Lucan mounted his horse and started at a walk.

The roads are lovely in Normandy at this season.

The hawthorn hedges perfume the country, and sprinkle here and there the edges of the road with their rosy snow.