She regarded him with her smoky eyes, in which he now saw that dolent, almost dolorous expression which had captivated him.

He completely lost control of himself before this voluptuous and plaintive face, but with a firm gesture she freed her hands.
"Enough.

Sit down, now, and let's talk of something else.

Do you know your apartment is charming?
Which saint is that ?" she asked, examining the picture, over the mantel, of the monk on his knees beside a cardinal's hat and cloak.
"I do not know." "I will find out for you.

I have the lives of all the saints at home.