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 _dejeuner_. 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 tres 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 g