"I have faith in my luck, mademoiselle, and I think I am on the tide of it at present.

I little hoped when I made my way into Condillac in this array that I should end, by virtue of my pretended ignorance of French, in being appointed gaoler to you.

I had some ado to keep the joy from my eyes when I heard them planning it.
It is a thing that has made all else easy." "But what can you do alone, monsieur ?" she asked him; and there was a note almost of petulance in her voice.
He moved to the window, and leaned his elbow on the sill.

The light was fast fading.

"I know not yet.