blanket. He heard a rustle behind him and a shadow appeared under the curtain of the cot. He did not look round, but still gazing at the infant’s face listened to his regular breathing. The dark shadow was Princess Márya, who had come up to the cot with noiseless steps, lifted the curtain, and dropped it again behind her. Prince Andréy recognized her without looking and held out his hand to her. She pressed it.
“He has perspired,” said Prince Andréy.
“I was coming to tell you so.”
The child moved slightly in his sleep, smiled, and rubbed his forehead against the pillow.
Prince Andréy looked at his sister. In the dim shadow of the curtain her luminous eyes shone more brightly than usual from the tears of joy that were in them. She leaned over to her brother and kissed him, slightly catching