"Who?" she asked herself.

" All or one?" And not assisting the harassed young man she was dancing with in the conversation, the thread of which he had lost and could not pick up again, she obeyed with external liveliness the peremptory shouts of Korsunsky starting them all into the _grand rond_, and then into the _chaine_, and at the same time she kept watch with a growing pang at her heart.

" No, it's not the admiration of the crowd has intoxicated her, but the adoration of one.

And that one? can it be he?" Every time he spoke to Anna the joyous light flashed into her eyes, and the smile of happiness curved her red lips.

she seemed to make an effort to control herself, to try not to show these signs of delight, but they came out on her face of themselves.