There was apparently nothing extraordinary in what she said, but what unutterable meaning there was for him in every sound, in every turn of her lips, her eyes, her hand as she said it! There was entreaty for forgiveness, and trust in him, and tenderness-- soft, timid tenderness--and promise and hope and love for him, which he could not but believe in and which choked him with happiness.

"No, we've been hunting in the Tver province.

It was coming back from there that I met your _beaufrere_ in the train, or your _beaufrere's_ brother-in-law," he said with a smile.

" It was an amusing meeting.