, , andstampedherfoot, readytocryathisnotcomingatonce, whensheheardtheyoungman'.
Borispausedinthemiddleoftheroom, lookedround, brushedalittledustfromthesleeveofhisuniform, , verystill, peeredoutfromherambush, , smiled, ."Lethimlookforme," , flushed, intears, andmutteringangrily, , andremainedinherhidingplace, watching—asunderaninvisiblecap—, mutteringtoherself, .
"Sonya, whatisthematterwithyou? Howcanyou?" saidhe, runninguptoher.
"It'snothing, nothing; leavemealone!" sobbedSonya.
"Ah, Iknowwhatitis."
"Well, ifyoudo, somuchthebetter, andyoucangobacktoher!"
"So-o-onya! Lookhere! Howcanyoutorturemeandyourselflikethat, foramerefancy?" saidNicholastakingherhand.
Sonyadidnotpullitaway, , notstirringandscarcelybreathing, watchedfromherambushwithsparklingeyes."Whatwillhappennow?" thoughtshe.
"Sonya! Whatisanyoneintheworldtome? Youaloneareeverything!" saidNicholas."AndIwillproveittoyou."
"Idon'tlikeyoutotalklikethat."
"Well, then, Iwon't; onlyforgiveme, Sonya!" Hedrewhertohimandkissedher.
"Oh, hownice," thoughtNatasha; andwhenSonyaandNicholashadgoneoutoftheconservatoryshefollowedandcalledBoristoher.
"Boris, comehere," saidshewithaslyandsignificantlook.", here!" andsheledhimintotheconservatorytotheplaceamongthetubswhereshehadbeenhiding.
Borisfollowedher, smiling.
"Whatisthesomething?" askedhe.
Shegrewconfused, glancedround, and, seeingthedollshehadthrowndownononeofthetubs, pickeditup.
"Kissthedoll," saidshe.
Borislookedattentivelyandkindlyathereagerface, butdidnotreply.
