Those other thoughts were little short of madness.

Jeanne was no coquette at heart, but she was a child.
She had great responsibilities.

She was turned into the world with a heavy burden upon her shoulders.

It was not he or any man who could help her.

She must fight her own battle, win or lose her own happiness.
A few years' time might see her the wife of a great statesman or a great soldier, proud and happy to feel herself the means by which the man she loved might climb one step higher upon the great ladder of fame.