“Quite so; I understand. I understand quite well. You are very⁠—Well, how did she appear to you? What did she look like? No, I don’t want to know anything about her,” said Aglaya, angrily; “don’t interrupt me⁠—”

She paused a moment as though getting breath, or trying to master her feeling of annoyance.

“Look here; this is what I called you here for. I wish to make you a⁠—to ask you to be my friend. What do you stare at me like that for?” she added, almost angrily.