Lineta raised her eyes, and said after a while,—
“How wonderful all this is!”
“What, Nitechka?”
“That it begins somehow, and begins as if it were a kind of trial, a kind of play; then one goes farther into it, and all at once the trap falls.”
Pan Ignas pressed her arm to his bosom, and said,—
“Ah, yes! it has fallen! I have my bright maiden, and I won’t let her go.”
Then, walking on, they came to the great drawing-room.
Pan Ignas pointed to the glass door, and said,—
“Our balcony, our acacia-tree.”
It grew darker and darker. Objects in the room were sunk in shade; only here and there, on golden picture frames, gleamed points of light, like eyes of some kind gazing at the young couple.