"I fear not—I leave to-morrow."
"And on what road?"
"To Paris."
"Good heavens!" cried Gaston; "and I also."
"You, also, Gaston?"
"Yes, Helene; we were mistaken, we need not part."
"Oh, Gaston; is it true?"
"Helene, we had no right to accuse Providence; not only can we see each other on the journey, but at Paris we will not be separated. How do you travel?"
"In the convent carriage, with post horses and by short stages."
"Who goes with you?"