She hardly seemed to be breathing.
"It is possible," he went on in his strong, quiet, inexorable voice, "that Stepan Lanovitch knows now." Etta did not move.

She was staring into the fire--staring--staring.
Then she slowly fainted, rolling from the low chair to the fur hearth-rug.
Paul picked her up like a child and carried her to the bedroom, where the maids were waiting to dress her.
"Here," he said, "your mistress has fainted from the fatigue of the journey." And, with his practised medical knowledge, he himself tended her..