The Voivode is, I think, like a man in a dream.
Teuta is ideally happy, and the real affection which sprang up between them when she and Aunt Janet met is a joy to think of.

I had posted Teuta about her, so that when they should meet my wife might not, by any inadvertence, receive or cause any pain.

But the moment Teuta saw her she ran straight over to her and lifted her in her strong young arms, and, raising her up as one would lift a child, kissed her.

Then, when she had put her sitting in the chair from which she had arisen when we entered the room, she knelt down before her, and put her face down in her lap.

Aunt Janet's face was a study; I myself could hardly say whether at the first moment surprise or joy predominated.