Perhaps both were there, both the terror and the ecstasy.

But I remember moving quickly towards her (I was standing not far off), for I fancied she was going to faint.
"You should not be here," Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch said to her in a caressing and melodious voice; and there was the light of an extraordinary tenderness in his eyes.

He stood before her in the most respectful attitude, and every gesture showed sincere respect for her.
The poor girl faltered impulsively in a half-whisper.
"But may I...

kneel down...

to you now ?" "No, you can't do that." He smiled at her magnificently, so that she too laughed joyfully at once.