Come down to-morrow evening at five.

I will be here alone." Then dreariness set in; the evening seemed to have no end.

Pierre was greatly touched by the evident despair of Benedetta, who as a rule was so calm and sensible.

The deep eyes which illumined her pure, delicate, infantile face were now blurred as by restrained tears.

He had already formed a sincere affection for her, pleased as he was with her equable if somewhat indolent disposition, the semblance of discreet good sense with which she veiled her soul of fire.