“He has not thought of it; we must speak to him about it this very night.”
“If he is in the mood for talking. Often you know, he likes best to gaze on us in silence—his eyes on our eyes.”
“Yes. In those moments, his look recalls to me the gaze of our dear mother.”
“And, as she sees it all, how pleased she must be at what has happened to us!”
“Because, when we are so much beloved, we must, I hope, deserve it.”
“See what a vain thing it is!” said Blanche, smoothing with her slender fingers the parting of the hair on her sister’s forehead.
After a moment’s reflection, Rose said to her: “Don’t you think we should relate all this to Dagobert?”
“If you think so, let us do it.”
“We tell him everything, as we told everything to mother. Why should we conceal this from him?”
“Especially as it is something which gives us so much pleasure.”