— Delord? - the girls at the table started up and, all except my sister and the southerner, throwing the appliances aside and pushing the chairs with a creak, rushed, pushing towards the window. A particularly agile girl who met me in the corridor in the morning, pushing everyone aside, ran up first.

He must have come to see me! she shouted happily.

As soon as the rude girl looked out the window, her joy was replaced by despondency.

“Uuh,” she drawled disappointedly, “this is not Delord, but just his younger brother.

Virold?! Exactly, he promised to come pick me up in the morning.

I ran headlong into the street...