"She must know before anybody," said Sophie; and the professor, as he rubbed his spectacles, grunted in approval.
But Bressant chewed his mustache, and said, hastily, the blood reddening his face: "No, no! wait--wait till she comes back.

She can know it first, still; but you had better tell her with words.

You can see, with your own eyes, then, how--how it pleases her." "Yes, that is true," said Sophie, half reluctantly.

"Well ?" Bressant lay silent, with a peering, concentrated look in his eyes, his brows slightly contracted.

He must have had an intuitive foreboding that this matter of the two sisters would cause some difficulty, but he could hardly as yet have had a distinct understanding of what jealousy meant.
Howbeit, the lovers grew every day more intimate.