"Gertrude is not at all like you," he went on; "but in her own way she is almost as clever." He paused a moment; his soul was full of an agreeable feeling and of a lively disposition to express it.
His sister, to his spiritual vision, was always like the lunar disk when only a part of it is lighted.

The shadow on this bright surface seemed to him to expand and to contract; but whatever its proportions, he always appreciated the moonlight.

He looked at the Baroness, and then he kissed her.

"I am very much in love with Gertrude," he said.

Eugenia turned away and walked about the room, and Felix continued.