Then she turned and with a sudden gesture yielded herself to his desire, and he kissed her greedily--her lips, her brow, her hair, her eyes--rapidly, without giving himself time to breathe.
'Elena! Elena!' A vivid gleam of crimson light reflected from the red brick houses penetrated the carriage.

The ringing trot of several horses came nearer along the road.
Leaning against her lover's shoulder with ineffable tenderness she said--'Good-bye, dear love--good-bye--good-bye!' As she raised herself again, ten or twelve red-coated horsemen passed to right and left of the carriage returning from a fox hunt.

One of them, the Duke di Beffi, bent low over his saddle to peer in at the window as he rode by.
Andrea said no more.

His whole soul was weighed down by hopeless depression.

The first impulse of revolt over, the childish weakness of his nature almost led him to give way to tears.