Chapter 15 No.15

By a curious coincidence-by a real coincidence, reader, not by design-it was on a morning of Easter-day that we rode out from Dijon to Lux-on just such an Easter morning as that about which I am going to tell; the air fresh and fragrant, the larks in full song, and the sun shining so strongly in the deep, blue sky, that I had to make a Sunday purch