And now he, a real Russian prince, had appeared.

He would carry her away and then sa pauvre mere would appear and he would marry her.

So her future shaped itself in Mademoiselle Bourienne's head at the very time she was talking to Anatole about Paris.

It was not calculation that guided her (she did not even for a moment consider what she should do), but all this had long been familiar to her, and now that Anatole had appeared it just grouped itself around him and she wished and tried to please him as much as possible.