"What a pity she's lost her looks so," Countess Nordston said to Madame Lvova.
" Still he's not worth her little finger, is he?" "Oh, I like him so--not because he's my future _beau-frere_," answered Madame Lvova.
" And how well he's behaving! It's so difficult, too, to look well in such a position, not to be ridiculous.
And he's not ridiculous, and not affected; one can see he's moved.