"Of course, there's the difference due to rank and education and social customs. In the first place, Constance is much taller; she has a beautiful, well-proportioned figure; but so has Sister Anne. Constance has the grace, the dignified carriage which no one can attain who lives in the woods." "Ah! you have discovered that now." "And she has a charming voice, an enchanting voice, that goes to the very bottom of your heart. Well, my friend, when I listen to her, I persuade myself that the poor orphan is no longer dumb; I imagine that I am listening to her; her voice, I am sure, would have the same sweet quality, the same fascination. So that I am deeply moved when I listen to that other voice." "I doubt whether that emotion would make Sister Anne very happy." "But it is impossible for me not to feel it. Tell me, isn't it strange that there should be such a resemblance?" "Exceedingly strange, no doubt; but I fancy that it would be less striking to my eyes. I am no longer surprised at your leaving the little one in her woods. You have found her here, you see her, and listen to her--a pleasure that you did not enjoy when you were with her. You are privileged to gaze upon her every day, at your leisure; here, she has graces and talents which she did not have down yonder. It is extremely convenient. I congratulate you. I can understand that you don't need to bother your head about the one who is far away, in her cabin or on the hilltop, watching for you to come, since you can still be with her, without putting yourself out, and since she is more lovely and fascinating here than there." There was an undercurrent of satire, of reproach, in Dubourg's tone that made Frédéric lower his eyes. "No," he said, with evident embarrassment, "no, I will not desert Sister Anne. I shall certainly go to see her--I haven't forgotten her, for I think of her every day. Is it my fault that I find all her features in another woman's? On the contrary, isn't it a proof that I am always thinking of her? But really it is surprising; Mademoiselle de Valmont resembles her so closely--in spite of some slight differences--she is so sweet and kind! her voice moves me so deeply! Ah! I would like you to see Constance!" Dubourg did not reply at once, and for some minutes there was silence between them. Dubourg broke it at last. "Look you, Frédéric, I confess that I am sorry that I saw that girl--that I saw her waiting for you and weeping." "Why so?"