sword.
Glancing
at
Natasha，
he went up
to his
sister，
laid his
hand in a
close-fitting
glove on
the edge
of her
box，
nodded his
head at
her， and，
bending
down，
asked her
a
question，
with a
motion
towards
Natasha.
“Very，
very
charming！”
he said，
obviously
speaking
of
Natasha.
She did
not
exactly
hear the
words， but
divined
them from
the
movement
of his
lips. Then
he went on
to the
front row
and sat
down
