She, the woman he is seeking, is not entirely innocent. She has noticed his subtle eye-contact, and returns the view, just as discretely, until the two accidentally bump to one another, perhaps not unintentionally. In Rohmer’s handling of the situation, we can never be certain whether these strangers have or have not been waiting for that magic encounter, like pre-Pokémon figures, simply waiting to crash into one another.
When I was a very young man, in Waukesha, Wisconsin, I met a young woman, living on a farm, who one day invited me to her home where we had a very pleasant afternoon—believe or not—riding horses. I never might have imagined that I might be able to carelessly ride a horse; but I was a natural, and I am sure, right there-and-then, my innocent farm-girl friend fell in love with me.