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sex—it was all in vain; these joys now seemed
pale compared to the personal happiness, which
for the last few years had been her lot and only
aim. The paroxysm of grief became more and
more violent, and shook her from head to foot.
She never noticed a middle-aged gentleman,
who was sitting opposite to her, watching her
with sympathy. ‘I cannot bear to see you cry
in this way,’ he exclaimed at last. ‘I suppose it
is the first time you have been out into the world
alone, but after all, you are not going to
cannibals, and a young girl like you may always be
sure to find friends when she wants them.’
Sonia looked up in surprise, and immediately
stopped crying. She who used to conceal so
carefully the wounds of her heart, even from her
nearest relations, felt ashamed to have shown
her grief before a stranger.
It was a relief to her, however, to find that he
had not the slightest idea who she was. From
the conversation that followed, it appeared that
he took her for a young governess, who was
going abroad to earn her living, and she did not
undeceive him, glad to preserve her incognito in
this way; it even cheered her to play the part.
She had no difficulty in identifying herself with
the poor governess, and with shy, downcast eyes
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