“Clever girl.” With an unsteady laugh, Combeferre pushes himself to his feet and offers Sybil a hand. “Quick, before he returns. With out luck, Courfeyrac shall barge in and demand to know what the fuss is about.” Despite his complaints, Combeferre’s eyes twinkle, for though he relishes these moments with his future bride, he delights in the thought of sharing his news with his friends.