Only this girl at his side.
He looked at her wonderingly, now that he came to think of her. The thin, insignificant figure, the pale face, the drooping blonde hair lying demurely on the cheeks, the bright steel-blue eyes, the pussycat purr——
"How absurd you are, Monsieur Jean, with that awful face! One would think it was because of the prospect of my dinner!"
"I am thinking of you," he said.
"Oh, thanks, monsieur! And so savagely—I have fear!"
She laughed gleefully, and affected to move away from him, only, at that instant, the hind wheel of the voiture struck a stray bowlder, and the shock threw her bodily back against him.
Both laughed now.
"It is provoking," she said.
"It is the fatality," said he.
And he put his arm about her slender form and held her there without protest.