“Chance, or rather Providence.”
Every remaining shadow of suspicion vanished before the sincere smile and bright eyes of the handsome speaker.
“Then you are traveling?” asked Jeanne.
“I am.”
“But not like us?”
“Unhappily; no.”
“I mean in disgrace. Where are you going?”
“Towards Angers, and you?”
“We also.”
“Ah! I should envy your happiness if envy were not so vile.”