I had taken a short walk out of doors in the castle gardens.Looking up, I saw the Comtesse stretched out on a chaise-longue on the balcony above me.“Madame?” I said, standing still and gazing up.Her pale face looked down at me.“Could I interrupt your walk? I should like to speak to you.”“Certainly.”“Come up. The steps will lead you right up to the terrace.”I did as she bid me, feeling a little disturbed which was understandable considering the attitude her husband had taken towards me.I mounted the stone steps. She was right. They did take me to her terrace which jutted out from her bedchamber. This was of course not the medieval part of the castle, but part of the comfortable, luxurious later addition.“It has been warm today,” she said.“I thought a little air would be good for me.” She smiled at me.“It must seem odd to someone as healthy as you are to hear people speak continually of their health.Do sit down. “I sat.“I suppose when one has good health one is inclined to take it for granted and forget about it,”
