"It certainly was a lucky chance that I came this way at the moment," he said.
"It was, indeed," she assented.
He was surveying her now by the light of his lantern; and he smiled at her slight figure in the short petticoat. Her blind confidence in him and her general assurance amused him.
"Where were you thinking of going, mademoiselle?"
"To Paris."
"Paris!"
The young man almost dropped his lantern. Paris seemed out of reach to him.
"And why not, monsieur?"
"Er—well, mademoiselle, climbing a tree and throwing one's self head over heels over a wall—er—and——"