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Here she bent aside toward her husband's chair, and said to him in an affectionate and audible whisper:

"But we are a pattern couple, are we not?"

This time, Imszanski went home with me. I overheard Czolhanski say, on taking leave of him: "You may rely upon me absolutely; I will manage everything."

It has been terribly cold, and now there is a thaw. At such times, I love to wander up and down the avenues in the park, which then are completely deserted.

My nostrils inhale that peculiar scent of bare moist earth, and the effluvium from the buds as yet invisible; and I muse upon those incomparable and marvellously beautiful things that have never been realized.

On the yellow background of dry dead grass, there appeared in the distance a young man to whom, as to myself, loneliness was no doubt pleasant, and who enjoyed walking along the avenues oversprinkled with last year's fallen leaves.

He came up with me, and on passing by, looked keenly into my eyes, and with something of astonishment.