Sonya too, all rosy red, clung to his arm and, radiant with bliss, looked eagerly toward his eyes, waiting for the look for which she longed.

Sonya now was sixteen and she was very pretty, especially at this moment of happy, rapturous excitement.

She gazed at him, not taking her eyes off him, and smiling and holding her breath.

He gave her a grateful look, but was still expectant and looking for someone.