"Oh, I said at bottom because you look sarcastic, and at first sight
you're so cold. But often that's only the mask of those who have
suffered the most. . . . They are the most indulgent," said Sonia
slowly, hesitating, picking her words.

"Yes, I suppose they are," said the Duke thoughtfully.

"It's because when one has suffered one understands. . . . Yes: one
understands," said Sonia.

There was a pause. The Duke's eyes still rested on her face. The
admiration in them was mingled with compassion.

"You're very unhappy here, aren't you?" he said gently.

"Me? Why?" said Sonia quickly.

"Your smile is so sad, and your eyes so timid," said the Duke
slowly. "You're just like a little child one longs to protect. Are
you quite alone in the world?"

His eyes and tones were full of pity; and a faint flush mantled
Sonia's cheeks.

"Yes, I'm alone," she said.

"But have you no relations--no friends?" said the Duke.

"No," said Sonia.