He had absolutely nothing to weep about yet he was ready to weep.

What about? His former love? The little princess? His disillusionments?... His hopes for the future?... Yes and no.

The chief reason was a sudden, vivid sense of the terrible contrast between something infinitely great and illimitable within him and that limited and material something that he, and even she, was.

This contrast weighed on and yet cheered him while she sang.

As soon as Natasha had finished she went up to him and asked how he liked her voice.