"Oh! no. It will soon be here."
She saddened and did not look at him.
"When shall we meet again?" she asked a moment later.
He did not understand the question: he had already answered it.
"As soon as I come back: in a fortnight, or three weeks at most."
She still looked dismayed. He tried to tease her:
"It won't be long for you," he said. "You will sleep."
"Yes," said Sabine.
She looked down, she tried to smile: but her eyes trembled.
"Christophe!…" she said suddenly, turning towards him.