[ She hadn't intended to stay— at least, not longer than it would take to say I am going, and I am sorry, and take care of him— but the pause and illustrative sweep of Bastien's hand is dramatic enough that not looking would be rendered unforgivable injury, and so she comes to the doorway and leans obediently to see.
The resultant delight is unfeigned. Alexandrie claps her hands together with a glad cry, and her smile is wide and brilliant when she looks back at him. ]
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The resultant delight is unfeigned. Alexandrie claps her hands together with a glad cry, and her smile is wide and brilliant when she looks back at him. ]
Tu l'as trouvé! Le violoncelle aventureux!