Bressant

excerpt from the book..One warm afternoon in June--the warmest of the season thusfar--Professor Valeyon sat, smoking a black clay pipe, upon the broadbalcony, which extended all across the back of his house, and overlookedthree acres of garden, inclosed by a solid stone-wall. All the doors inthe house were open, and most of the windows, so that any one passing inthe road might have looked up through the gabled porch and thepassage-way, which divided the house, so to speak, into two parts, andsee