What I saw was only a broad, pure, innocent brow, which could belong to but one person in the world, and that an escaped lock of hair played upon the round white shoulder.
I felt my knees tremble.

This tall, elegant, distinguished lady could never be Susanna! With a feeling of jealousy I watched the pair intently until the next time they came by.

When just opposite to me the lady raised her eyes, her glance fell upon me, and a deep blush suddenly overspread her face and neck right down to the lace edging on her dress.
It was Susanna! During the scarcely more than two years that we had been separated her beauty had developed wonderfully.

The tender seventeen-year-old girl-bud had developed into a splendid full-grown woman.
The pair sat down at the top of the room near the row of elderly ladies.
I saw next that these two were going through the last long-dance of the ball, the cotillon, which is generally varied by an endless number of figures, and the thought darted through my mind, that probably young Martinez had been winning favour with Susanna the whole evening, since he was now her partner in this particular dance.

I noticed how the minister's wife paid him marked attention, and I reflected bitterly that he was both a rich man, and also, though shorter in stature, looked much more grown-up and manly than I.
A knife seemed to go through my heart.