Natásha looked at her inquiringly.
“What is it? What has happened?”
“Nothing … No …”
“Is it something very bad for me? What is it?” persisted Natásha with her quick intuition.
Sónya sighed and made no reply. The count, Pétya, Madame Schoss, Mávra Kuzmínichna, and Vasílich came into the drawing room and, having closed the doors, they all sat down and remained for some moments silently seated without looking at one another.