“Goodbye,” she said, holding his hand and glancing into his face with a winning look. “I am very glad que la glace est rompue. ”
She dropped his hand, and half closed her eyes.
“Tell your wife that I love her as before, and that if she cannot pardon me my position, then my wish for her is that she may never pardon it. To pardon it, one must go through what I have gone through, and may God spare her that.”
“Certainly, yes, I will tell her. …” Levin said, blushing.