“Yes. Wait a bit⁠ ⁠… I⁠ ⁠… saw him,” Sónya could not help saying, not yet knowing whom Natásha meant by him , Nikoláy or Prince Andréy.

“But why shouldn’t I say I saw something? Others do see! Besides who can tell whether I saw anything or not?” flashed through Sónya’s mind.

“Yes, I saw him,” she said.

“How? Standing or lying?”

“No, I saw⁠ ⁠… At first there was nothing, then I saw him lying down.”

“Andréy lying? Is he ill?” asked Natásha, her frightened eyes fixed on her friend.

“No, on the contrary, on the contrary! His face was cheerful, and he turned to me.” And when saying this she herself fancied she had really seen what she described.

“Well, and then, Sónya?⁠ ⁠…”