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the darkness, like a child, she hurried up the
unlighted stairs to the third floor of a gloomy
house in a by-street. She gave three little quick
nervous knocks at a door, which was so instantly
opened, that evidently the young man who now
received her must have been watching for her
arrival. He immediately led her into a modest
study, where books were piled upon tables and
chairs, and where a shaky sofa had been cleared
for the occasion, that she might find a place to
sit down.
It must be confessed that the young man did
not look like a hero of romance. His bristling
red beard, and too big nose, made him appear
ugly at first sight; but when you caught a glance
from his deep dark blue eyes, you met an
expression so intelligent, kind, and benevolent, that
you could not help feeling attracted. Towards
the young girl who had trusted him in such a
peculiar way, his manners were entirely those of
an elder brother.
The young couple were now waiting in great
excitement, listening intently for quick angry
steps in the passage, and more than once Sonia
started from the sofa, crimson and white with
emotion, when she thought somebody was
coming.
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