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When he glanced about, behold! there she was! It was Telimena,

solitary, buried in thought, and changed in pose and costume from

her of yesterday: dressed all in white, seated upon a stone, and

motionless, as if herself carved of stone, she had buried her

face in her open hands; though you could not hear her sobs you

felt that she was dissolved in tears.

In vain did the heart of Thaddeus defend itself; he took pity, he

felt that compassion moved him. He long gazed without speaking,

hidden behind a tree; at last he sighed, and said to himself

angrily: "Stupid, how is she to blame if I deceived myself?" So

he slowly thrust out his head towards her from behind the tree.

But suddenly Telimena tore herself from her seat, threw herself

to the right and the left, and jumped across the stream; with

outstretched arms and dishevelled hair, all pale, she rushed for

the wood, leapt into the air, knelt, and fell down; and, not

being able to get up again, she writhed on the turf. One could

see by her motions from what dreadful torture she was suffering;

she seized herself by the breast, the neck, the soles of her

feet, her knees. Thaddeus sprang towards her, thinking that she

had gone mad or was having an epileptic fit. But these movements

proceeded from a different cause.