We smoked and talked some time and then I went to sleep.

Oh, yes--I passed a very pleasant evening, and a comfortable night." "But I thought--" Vjera hesitated, as though fearing that she was going to say something foolish.

"I thought that prisoners always had chains," she said, at last.
Everybody laughed loudly at this remark and the poor girl felt very much ashamed of herself, though the question had seemed so natural and had been in her mind a long time.

It was an immense relief, however, to know that things had not been so bad as she had imagined, and Dumnoff's description of the place of his confinement was certainly reassuring.
As the endless day wore on, she began to glance anxiously towards the door, straining her ears for a familiar footstep in the outer shop.

As has been said, the Count sometimes looked in on Wednesdays, when his calculations had convinced him that his friends, not having arrived by one train, could not be expected for several hours.