Bonaparteknewthatshecomprehendednotasyllable；butheunderstoodthatitistheeye，thetone，theaction，andnotatalltherationalword，thattouchesthelove—chords。Hesawshechangedcolour。
\"Allnight，\"saidBonaparte，\"Ilieawake；Iseenaughtbutthyangeliccountenance。Iopenmyarmstoreceivethee——whereartthou，where？Thouartnotthere！\"saidBonaparte，suitingtheactiontothewords，andspreadingouthisarmsanddrawingthemtohisbreast。
\"Oh，please，Idon’tunderstand，\"saidTrana，\"Iwanttogoaway。\"
\"Yes，yes，\"saidBonaparte，leaningbackinhischair，tohergreatrelief，andpressinghishandsonhisheart，\"sincefirstthyamethystinecountenancewasimpressedhere——whathaveInotsuffered，whathaveInotfelt？Oh，thepangsunspoken，burningasanardentcoalinafieryanduncontaminatedbosom！\"saidBonaparte，bendingforwardagain。
\"DearLord！\"saidTranatoherself，\"howfoolishIhavebeen！Theoldmanhasapaininhisstomach，andnow，asmyauntisout，hehascometometohelphim。\"