"Victor!"
Brigit had joined him unheard, and stood looking at him, her hand held out. "Let me give you that rose."
But he shook his head. "No, let it die there. It is so beautiful among the leaves. You are up early."
"Yes. I saw you from the window, and brought you your letters." She handed him several as she spoke.
"Thanks."
"And—I want to thank you for staying. It is you, and only you, who have saved Tommy."
He nodded gravely. "I love Tommy. We must not let him overwork again, Brigit."
"No."
Joyselle turned over his letters without looking at them. "Did Théo speak to you the other day about—our—that is to say, his plan?"
Her face stiffened. "No."