They had just come back from Moscow, and were glad to be alone.

He was sitting at the writing table in his study, writing.

She, wearing the dark lilac dress she had worn during the first days of their married life, and put on again today, a dress particularly remembered and loved by him, was sitting on the sofa, the same old-fashioned leather sofa which had always stood in the study in Levin's father's and grandfather's days.

She was sewing at _broderie anglaise_.