What he saw confirmed his opinion.

The damsel was springing up and down, laughing, gesticulating, and congratulating herself on her unexpected good fortune.
"Just imagine! He loves me like that!" she was saying to herself.

"Poor Jeannin! When I remember how I used to hesitate.

How fortunate that Commander de Jars, one of the most vain and indiscreet of men, never babbled about me! Yes, we must leave town to-morrow without fail.

I must not give him time to be enlightened by a chance word.