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Three days later sheaway, but she stopped me of herself

'Give me your ar while since we have had a talk together'

I stole a look at her; her eyes were full of a soft light, and her face seeh a mist

'Are you still not well?' I asked her

'No, that's all over now,' she answered, and she picked a small red rose 'I am a little tired, but that too will pass off'

'And will you be as you used to be again?' I asked

Zinaïda put the rose up to her face, and I fancied the reflection of its bright petals had fallen on her cheeks 'Why, aed,' I answered in a low voice

'I have been cold to you, I know,' began Zinaïda, 'but you mustn't pay attention to thatI couldn't help it Come, why talk about it!'

'You don't want loomily, in an involuntary outburst

'No, love me, but not as you did'

'How then?'

'Let us be friends--coave me the rose to sht be your aunt, really; well, not your aunt, but an older sister And you '

'You think me a child,' I interrupted

'Well, yes, a child, but a dear, good clever one, whom I love very much Do you knohat? Froe to es have to keep close to their ladies Here is the token of your new dignity,' she added, sticking the rose in the buttonhole of my jacket, 'the token of my favour'

'I once received other favours froavelook, 'What ato me, she imprinted on my forehead a pure, tranquil kiss

I only looked at her, while she turned away, and saying, 'Follow e I followed her--all in aht, 'be the Zinaïda I used to know?' I fancied her very as quieter, her whole figure statelier and raceful