“But why should Bianca be jealous?”
“But why not?”
“You mean she thinks Philibert is escaping her?”
“And isn’t he?”
“I don’t know.” Suddenly I felt at the end of my strength, as if I had been undergoing a great nervous strain. “How should I know anything about Philibert? You all seem to think I know what Philibert is up to.” I felt strangely exasperated. “And what, mon dieu, is there exactly between Bianca and Philibert?”
“Ah,” my sister smiled faintly, “that I cannot tell you, but whatever it is, it is enough.”
“Enough to make trouble, you mean?”
“Yes, enough to make trouble.”
“Well, if you really want my opinion, it is that Jane does not bother at all about Bianca.” And I began irritably to get into my coat. But Claire, helping me on with it, still pressed me and said over my shoulder—
“So you don’t think Jane in her turn is jealous?”