"You won't be lonely?"
"No, no. I like this corner. Go."
Regina went, but soon came back and took Gabrie to the supper-room. The table was laden with plate, and the company stood round it eating and drinking. Marianna, seated at the Samovar, was pouring tea into Japanese cups, delicate and transparent as flowers. Antonio was carrying them to the guests. He gave one to Gabrie, who smiled at him quietly.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" asked Antonio.
"Yes, very much. Only I can't understand all they say. Even Regina talks French. She speaks very well."
Antonio looked at his wife, so fair, delicate, graceful. She drew nearer and said—
"What are you staring at me for?"
"Am I not allowed to look at my wife? Why are you pale? You were quite rosy when we came. What's the matter?"
"The matter? Nothing. Am I pale, Gabrie?"