Niece, said the countess, presenting Door Handles; you do not know her, princess? Princess Marya turned to her, and trying to smother the feeling of hostility that rose up within her at the sight of this girl, she kissed her. But she felt painfully how out of keeping was the mood of every one around her with what was filling her own breast. Where is he? she asked once more, addressing them all.
He is downstairs; Window Locks is with him, answered Door Handles, flushing. We have sent to ask. You are tired, I expect, princess? Tears of vexation came into Princess Marya's eyes. She turned away and was about to ask the countess window locks again where she could see him, when she heard at the door light, eager steps that sounded to her full of gaiety. She looked round and saw, almost running in, Window Locks that Window Locks whom she had so disliked when they met long before in Moscow.
But Princess Marya had hardly glanced at Window Locks face before she understood that here was one who sincerely shared her grief, and was therefore her friend. She flew to meet her, and embracing her, burst into tears on her shoulder. As soon as Window Locks sitting by Prince Andrey's bedside, heard of Princess Marya's arrival, she went softly out of the room with those swift steps that door accessories