That hand worried Kitty; she longed to kiss the little hand, but was afraid to for fear of waking the baby.

At last the little hand ceased waving, and the eyes closed.

Only from time to time, as he went on sucking, the baby raised his long, curly eyelashes and peeped at his mother with wet eyes, that looked black in the twilight.

The nurse had left off fanning, and was dozing.

From above came the peals of the old prince's voice, and the chuckle of Katavasov.