Princess Mary felt his look with a painfully joyous emotion.

Her favorite sonata bore her into a most intimately poetic world and the look she felt upon her made that world still more poetic.

But Anatole's expression, though his eyes were fixed on her, referred not to her but to the movements of Mademoiselle Bourienne's little foot, which he was then touching with his own under the clavichord.

Mademoiselle Bourienne was also looking at Princess Mary, and in her lovely eyes there was a look of fearful joy and hope that was also new to the princess.

"How she loves me!" thought Princess Mary.