I have something the same feeling. But his is stronger because his nature is Oriental. That night in the mess-room the Russian leant across the table to Fanny. Oh, but that's not necessary . . . The Russian nodded.
Love is based on a fabulous belief.
An illusory image which fills the eyes of people who are unused to each other. This poor lady will soon be used to everything. Fanny, who felt momentarily alarmed, suddenly remembered Julien. The sympathetic eyes of the lieutenant seemed to understand even that, and she smiled again. They left next day, after the midday meal.