"But how am I to reach Bordeaux ?" "Your father did not specify the route or method.

He seemed to leave that to you, mademoiselle.

He seemed to have an entire faith in your judgment, and that is why I was so surprised when I saw you.

I thought--well, I figured to myself that you were older, you understand." He broke off with a laugh and a deprecatory gesture of the hand, as if he had more in his mind but did not want to put it into words.

His meaning was clear enough in his eyes, but Juliette was fresh from a convent-school, where they seek earnestly to teach a woman not to be a woman.
"One may be young, and still have understanding, monsieur," she said, with the composed little smile on her demure lips, which must only have been the composure of complete innocence: almost a monopoly of children, though some women move through life without losing it.
"Yes," answered Loo, looking into her eyes.