By the strange tone of her voice Sanine instantly guessed what was the
matter. Leaning against the wall and looking at the garden, he eagerly
listened. He felt pity for his handsome sister for whose beautiful
personality the gross term "pregnant" seemed so unfitting. What
impressed him even more than the conversation peas the singular
contrast between these furious human voices and the sweet silence of
the verdurous garden.

A white butterfly fluttered across the grass, revelling the sunlight.
Sanine watched its progress just as intently as he listened to the
talking.

When Lida exclaimed: "You brute!" Sanine laughed merrily, and slowly crossed the garden,
careless as to who should see him.

A lizard darted across his path, and for a long while he followed the
swift movements of its little supple green body in the long grass.