This strange girl was certainly destined to millions.

She had just missed being Madame Desvarennes's heiress, and now Cayrol had taken it into his head to marry her.
But that was not all.

And when Marechal told Savinien that the fair Jeanne flatly refused to become the wife of Cayrol, there was an outburst of joyful exclamations.

She refused! By Jove, she was mad! An unlooked-for marriage--for she had not a penny, and had most extravagant notions.

She had been brought up as if she were to live always in velvet and silks--to loll in carriages and think only of her pleasure.