And the answer to that would have been a stunned silence a few moments ago, but now that she had finally managed to get the reign of herself...
"Do you really think our names hold such influx on ourselves, Monsieur Grantaire?" she asks, partly genuinely curious (as for the other part, who knows what she is thinking, but she seems amused).
Still, there's a sudden feeling that makes her look behind her.
Her brothers, two young fellows as handsome as Irma is pretty and the very same reflection of each other, despite the different colours of their clothes, are nearby. They haven't noticed she's there. Much less than she is with Grantaire.
She ponders if she should tell him and leave with them before they decide to do anything, or wait, and hope they don't notice them.
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"Do you really think our names hold such influx on ourselves, Monsieur Grantaire?" she asks, partly genuinely curious (as for the other part, who knows what she is thinking, but she seems amused).
Still, there's a sudden feeling that makes her look behind her.
Her brothers, two young fellows as handsome as Irma is pretty and the very same reflection of each other, despite the different colours of their clothes, are nearby. They haven't noticed she's there. Much less than she is with Grantaire.
She ponders if she should tell him and leave with them before they decide to do anything, or wait, and hope they don't notice them.