Then they played more, at the request of the guests,--first an elegy by Ernst, and then various other pieces.
They were all very well, but did not produce upon me a tenth part of the impression that the opening piece did.

I felt light and gay throughout the evening.

As for my wife, never had I seen her as she was that night.
Those brilliant eyes, that severity and majestic expression while she was playing, and then that utter languor, that weak, pitiable, and happy smile after she had finished,--I saw them all and attached no importance to them, believing that she felt as I did, that to her, as to me, new sentiments had been revealed, as through a fog.

During almost the whole evening I was not jealous.
"Two days later I was to start for the assembly of the Zemstvo, and for that reason, on taking leave of me and carrying all his scores with him, Troukhatchevsky asked me when I should return.

I inferred from that that he believed it impossible to come to my house during my absence, and that was agreeable to me.