“Napoleon believed in dreams.”
“Who was he?”
“He was born in Corsica, and came to France with about twopence halfpenny in his pocket. He made himself Emperor before he was forty, and died in exile.”
“Still, he’d had his fling. I’m twenty-one. How old are you?”
“Twice that and more.”
“Are you rich or clever or anything like that?”
“No!” he smiled at the question. “Nothing like that.”
She sat up and chewed a long grass stalk.
“I’m lucky.” She gave a little sideways wag of her chin. “I know I’m lucky. If only I’d had some education.”
“That’s not much good to you.”