Pierre when he returned. “I have not found her yet, she is hiding now, sitting with her ‘God’s folk.’ It will serve her right, she will be confused, but you will see her ‘God’s folk.’ It’s really very curious.”
“What are ‘God’s folk’?” asked Pierre.
“Come, and you’ll see for yourself.”
Princess Márya really was disconcerted and red patches came on her face when they went in.
In her snug room, with lamps burning before the icon stand, a young lad with a long nose and long hair, wearing a monk’s cassock, sat on the sofa beside her, behind a samovar.
Near them, in an armchair, sat a thin, shriveled, old woman, with a meek expression on her childlike face.
“ André, pourquoi ne pas m’avoir prévenu? ” said the princess, with mild reproach, as she stood before her pilgrims like a hen