He raised his head and looked at her out of the corner of his eye.

Then he rose and went over to her awkwardly, as though fascinated.

A scuffling and an outcry, stifled by a coarse laugh.

She dropped her brush and the gown she was holding.

He caught her from behind and put his arms around her waist.
"Oh, go on! Stop! What-che doing ?" He did not say anything, but pressed her closer to him.
She laughed.