That strange irrational temper that she had shown during the Retreat had now entirely disappeared.

She approved of us all and wished us to approve of her--which we, as we were Russians and could not possibly dislike pleasant agreeable people whatever there might be against them, speedily did.

She was charming to us.

I can see her now, leaning her chin on her hands; looking at us, the colour, shell-pink, coming and going delicately in her cheek, like flame behind china.

Her delicacy, her height, her slender figure, her wide childish eyes, her charmingly ugly large mouth and short nose, her black hair, the appeal of her ignorance and strength and credulity--ah! she won our hearts simply whenever she pleased! Of course we disliked her when she was rude to us, our self-respect demanded it, but let her "come round" and round we came too.
Her treatment of Semyonov was strange.