It was Sophie Farcinelle.
Before he had time to speak or to sit up, she had dropped a hand on his shoulder.

Her face was aflame.
"You have been badly hurt, and I'm very sorry," she said.

"Why haven't you been to see me?
I looked for you.

I looked every day, and you didn't come, and--and I thought you had forgotten.

Have you?
Have you, Mr.
Ferrol ?" He had raised himself on his elbow, and his face was near hers.