The next night she ran away and joined a travelling menagerie.
The rest he knew.

When she had ended there was silence for a time, broken only by one quick gasping sob from Gaston.

The girl sat still as death, her eyes on him intently.
"Poor Andree! Poor girl!" he said at last.

She sighed pitifully.
"What shall we do ?" she asked.

He scarcely spoke above a whisper: "There must be time to think.