Ursula threw into it the feelings which were agitating her being, and justified the term "caprice" given by Herold to the fragment.
With soft and dreamy touch her soul spoke to the young man's soul and wrapped it, as in a cloud, with ideas that were almost visible.
Sitting at the end of the piano, his elbow resting on the cover and his head on his left hand, Savinien admired Ursula, whose eyes, fixed on the paneling of the wall beyond him, seemed to be questioning another world.
Many a man would have fallen deeply in love for a less reason.

Genuine feelings have a magnetism of their own, and Ursula was willing to show her soul, as a coquette her dresses to be admired.

Savinien entered that delightful kingdom, led by this pure heart, which, to interpret its feelings, borrowed the power of the only art that speaks to thought by thought, without the help of words, or color, or form.

Candor, openness of heart have the same power over a man that childhood has; the same charm, the same irresistible seductions.

Ursula was never more honest and candid than at this moment, when she was born again into a new life.
The abbe came to tear Savinien from his dream, requesting him to take a fourth hand at whist.