Elena's first sensation on awakening was one of happy consternation.
'Is it possible? Is it possible?' she asked herself, and her heart
grew faint with happiness. Recollections came rushing on her . . . she
was overwhelmed by them. Then again she was enfolded by the blissful
peace of triumph. But in the course of the morning, Elena gradually
became possessed by a spirit of unrest, and for the remainder of the
day she felt listless and weary. It was true she knew now what she
wanted, but that made it no easier for her. That never-to-be forgotten
meeting had cast her for ever out of the old groove; she was no
longer at the same standpoint, she was far away, and yet everything
went on about her in its accustomed order, everything pursued its own
course as though nothing were change
