Are you not enviable?
I will not--no, I will not tell you she is perfect.

I must fashion the sweet young creature.

Though I am very ready to admit that she is much improved by this--shall I call it, desired consummation ?' Evan could listen no more.

Such a struggle was rising in his breast: the effort to quench what the Countess had so shrewdly kindled; passionate desire to look on Rose but for one lightning flash: desire to look on her, and muffled sense of shame twin-born with it: wild love and leaden misery mixed: dead hopelessness and vivid hope.

Up to the neck in Purgatory, but his soul saturated with visions of Bliss! The fair orb of Love was all that was wanted to complete his planetary state, and aloft it sprang, showing many faint, fair tracts to him, and piling huge darknesses.
As if in search of something, he suddenly went from the room.
'I have intoxicated the poor boy,' said the Countess, and consulted an attitude by the evening light in a mirror.