"_Mon Dieu!_" I heard her say.
I stood for a moment trying to recall where I had heard this same voice! She turned her face in such a way that the light illuminated it.

Then indeed surprise smote me.
"Madam Baroness," said I, laughing, "it is wholly impossible for you to be here, yet you are here! Never again will I say there is no such thing as chance, no such thing as fate, no such thing as a miracle!" She looked at me one brief moment; then her courage returned.
"Ah, then, my idiot," she said, "since it is to be our fortune always to meet of dark nights and in impossible ways, give me your arm." I laughed.

"We may as well make treaty.

If you run again, I shall only follow you." "Then I am again your prisoner ?" "Madam, I again am yours!" "At least, you improve!" said she.

"Then come." "Shall I not call a _caleche ?_--the night is dark." "No, no!" hurriedly.
We began a midnight course that took us quite across the old French quarter of Montreal.