Chapter 15 No.15

A long drive on a smooth white road, acres of gorse and broom, beech woods and oak thickets, and the "Heu! heu! Allo! Allons! en route!" of the Breton driver, these are my recollections of the ride to Fa?uet. There are others, too-the hedges heavy with bloom, the perfume of the wild honeysuckle, the continual bird chorus from every grove and every