Marya Dmitrievna and Lisa were seated in the back seat; the children and their maid in the front.

The evening was warm and still, and the windows were open on both sides.

Lavretsky trotted near the coach on the side of Lisa, with his arm leaning on the door--he had thrown the reigns on the neck of his smoothly-pacing horse--and now and then he exchanged a few words with the young girl.

The glow of sunset was! disappearing; night came on, but the air seemed to grow even warmer.

Marya Dmitrievna was soon slumbering, the little girls and the maid fell asleep also.