"Of course I was depressed by bad dreams, but why have I dreamt of you looking like that ?" "Come, let's have done with dreams," he said impatiently, turning to her in spite of her prohibition, and perhaps the same expression gleamed for a moment in his eyes again.

He saw that she several times wanted, very much in fact, to look at him again, but that she obstinately controlled herself and kept her eyes cast down.
"Listen, prince," she raised her voice suddenly, "listen prince...." "Why do you turn away?
Why don't you look at me?
What's the object of this farce ?" he cried, losing patience.
But she seemed not to hear him.
"Listen, prince," she repeated for the third time in a resolute voice, with a disagreeable, fussy expression.

"When you told me in the carriage that our marriage was going to be made public, I was alarmed at there being an end to the mystery.

Now I don't know.

I've been thinking it all over, and I see clearly that I'm not fit for it at all.