He looked drowsy, and his limbs were tired.

He gave a sign of assent.

Nana sat gazing seriously at him with a dull tumult in her brain.

Propped on one leg, among her slightly rumpled laces she was holding one of her bare feet between her hands and was turning it mechanically about and about.
"Have you been married long ?" she asked.
"Nineteen years," replied the count "Ah! And is your wife amiable?
Do you get on comfortably together ?" He was silent.

Then with some embarrassment: "You know I've begged you never to talk of those matters." "Dear me, why's that ?" she cried, beginning to grow vexed directly.