“I do,” Combeferre admitted with a pang of guilt. Smiling, he added quickly, “I think you would have liked Celestine. She is the younger of my two sisters, and always preferred books to people, I think. Mother tended to worry about her, but I think she is perfectly all right the way she is.” It was strange, knowing that his family would very likely never meet this woman to whom he had already devoted so much of of his thoughts. He had fallen into infatuation before, and in such circumstances, had usually imagined bringing the woman in question to his childhood home. Now, such a thing was impossible.
Soon, their food arrived. It was appropriately delicious, though if it had tasted like sawdust, Combeferre still would have declared the meal one of the better of his life. So at ease did he feel in Sybil’s company, so utterly himself. By the time the bill arrived, he was well and truly infatuated.
“Shall I walk you home?” he asked as he helped her into her coat.
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Date: 2013-11-22 02:13 am (UTC)Soon, their food arrived. It was appropriately delicious, though if it had tasted like sawdust, Combeferre still would have declared the meal one of the better of his life. So at ease did he feel in Sybil’s company, so utterly himself. By the time the bill arrived, he was well and truly infatuated.
“Shall I walk you home?” he asked as he helped her into her coat.