Just then the line went round a bend. “Look,” he said, “there is the place I told you we were coming to, with the dark trees, the three peaks, and the stream, and the white church with the cock on top of the spire.” She let down the carriage window, and stared at the scene. “Yes,” she exclaimed, “it is just as you described. Oh! at last I have found what I have been seeking for years. Godfrey, I believe that you have the true gift.” “What gift, Miss Ogilvy?” “Clairvoyance, of course, and perhaps clairaudience as well.” The lad burst out laughing, and said that he wished it were something more useful. From all of which it will be guessed that Ethel Ogilvy was a mystic of the first water. CHAPTER V MADAME RIENNES About 11 o’clock on the day following this conversation, Godfrey found himself standing on the platform in the big station of Lucerne. “How are you going to get to Kleindorf?” Miss Ogilvy asked of him. “It’s five miles away by the road. I think you had better come to my house and have some _déjeuner_. Afterwards I will send you there in the carriage.” As she spoke a tall gaunt man in ultra-clerical attire, with a very large hooked nose and wearing a pair of blue spectacles, came shuffling towards them. “Madame is Engleesh?” he said, peering at her through the blue glasses. “Oh! it is easy to know it, though I am so blind. Has Madame by chance seen a leetle, leetle Engleesh boy, who should arrive out of this train? I look everywhere and I cannot find him, and the conducteur, he says he not there. No leetle boy in the second class. His name it is Godfrey, the son of an English pasteur, a man who fear God in the right way.” There was something so absurd in the old gentleman’s appearance and method of address, that Miss Ogilvy, who had a sense of humour, was obliged to turn away to hide her mirth. Recovering, she answered: “I think this is your little boy, Monsieur le Pasteur,” and she indicated the tall and handsome Godfrey, who stood gazing at his future instructor open-mouthed. Whoever he had met in his visions, the Pasteur Boiset was not one of them. Never, asleep or waking, had he seen anyone in the least like him. The clergyman peered at Godfrey, studying him from head to foot. “Mon Dieu!” he exclaimed, “I understood he was quite, quite leetle, not a big young man who will eat much and want many things. Well, he will be _bon compagnon_ for Juliette, and Madame too, she like the big better than the leetle. _Il est beau et il a l’air intelligent, n’est ce pas, Madame?_” he added confidentially. “_Bien beau et très intelligent_,” she replied, observing that Godfrey was engaged in retrieving his overcoat which he had left in the carriage. Then she explained that she had become friendly with this young gentleman, and hoped that he would be allowed to visit her whenever he wished. Also she gave her name and address.