But they both knew that they had grown closer that evening, they knew that they liked! and disliked the same things.

On one point only were they divided; but Lisa secretly hoped to bring him to God.

They sat near Marfa Timofyevna, and appeared to be following her play; indeed, they were really following it, but meanwhile their hearts were full, and nothing was lost on them; for them the nightingale sang, and the stars shone, and the trees gently murmured, lulled to sleep by the summer warmth and softness.

Lavretsky was completely carried away, and surrendered himself wholly to his passion--and rejoiced in it.

But no word can express what was passing in the pure heart of the young girl.
It was a mystery for herself.