“I had no idea....”
“That was the conspiracy, of course,” I broke in. “He’s a subtle villain, Petrosch. I was a mere child in his hands.”
The smile was spreading very fast all over her face now.
“I ought to be very angry,” she exclaimed.
“Yes, he’s broken up all my plans shamefully. Instead of being in Vienna on my way back to the States, here I am, just Bourgwan again, and you’re just Mademoiselle. And goodness knows now what’s going to happen.”
We both laughed then and she no longer held back her hands. I held them instead.
“I don’t understand yet in the least.”
“Well, you see it was like this. I thought you would rather that Father Michel than any other priest should——”
“Bourgwan!” she cried, quickly.
“Wasn’t that right?” I asked, with an air of innocence.