and peculiar pleasure. Sónya, muttering to herself, kept looking round toward the drawing room door. It opened and Nikoláy came
“Sónya, what is the matter with you? How can you?” said he, running up to her.
“It’s nothing, nothing; leave me alone!” sobbed Sónya.
“Ah, I know what it is.”
“Well, if you do, so much the better, and you can go back to her!”
“Só-o-onya! Look here! How can you torture me and yourself like that, for a mere fancy?” said Nikoláy taking her hand.
Sónya did not pull it away, and left off crying. Natásha, not stirring and scarcely breathing, watched from her ambush with sparkling eyes. “What will happen now?” thought she.
“Sónya! What is anyone in the world to me? You alone are everything!” said Nikoláy. “And I will prove it to you.”
“I don’t like