"You're raving," growled the notary. "Isn't he, mademoiselle?"
"Nothing, Dorothy. And I see from your air that you've succeeded in this too."
"You must give every one to understand that I left the Manor some time ago and that you're to meet me at the market-town, Roche-sur-Yon. I don't want to be mixed up with the inquiry. They'll examine me; and it will be a sheer waste of time."