"Merci, Monsieur Grantaire." She manages to say, her face still lowered.
But Irma does look up at Grantaire for a moment, a smile on her face that even though is small, expresses an amount of happiness that she wouldn't probably manage to convey with words.
That until she looks in front of her and see they have already reached the door of chez Boissy.
"Well, I am afraid this is the end of our walk..." She stops in front of the very same door.
(She may or may not admit it, but she would have liked this to be longer.)
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Date: 2013-05-03 08:31 pm (UTC)But Irma does look up at Grantaire for a moment, a smile on her face that even though is small, expresses an amount of happiness that she wouldn't probably manage to convey with words.
That until she looks in front of her and see they have already reached the door of chez Boissy.
"Well, I am afraid this is the end of our walk..." She stops in front of the very same door.
(She may or may not admit it, but she would have liked this to be longer.)