before her now. Prince Andréy went round the sofa and kissed her
“My darling!” he said—a word he had never used to her before. “God is merciful. …”
She looked at him inquiringly and with childlike reproach.
“I expected help from you and I get none, none from you either!” said her eyes.
She was not surprised at his having come; she did not realize that he had come. His coming had nothing to do with her sufferings or with their relief.
The pangs began again and Márya Bogdánovna advised Prince Andréy to leave the room.
The doctor entered. Prince Andréy went out and, meeting Princess Márya, again joined her. They began talking in whispers, but their talk broke off at every moment. They waited and listened.
“Go, dear,” said Princess Márya.
Prince Andréy went again to his