the folds of her sister-in-law’s dress.
“There, there! Do you feel it? I feel so strange. And do you know, Márya, I am going to love him very much,” said Liza, looking with bright and happy eyes at her sister-in-law.
Princess Márya could not lift her head, she was weeping.
“What is the matter, Márya?”
“Nothing … only I feel sad … sad about Andréy,” she said, wiping away her tears on her sister-in-law’s knee.
Several times in the course of the morning Princess Márya began trying to prepare her sister-in-law, and every time began to cry. Unobservant as was the little princess, these tears, the cause of which she did not understand, agitated her. She said nothing but looked about uneasily as if in search of something. Before dinner the old prince, of whom she was always afraid,