Dollycameoutofherroomtotheteaofthegrownups。StepanArkadyevichdidnotcomeout。Hemusthavelefthiswife’sroombyabackdoor。
`Iamafraidyou’llbecoldupstairs，’observedDolly，addressingAnna；`Iwanttomoveyoudownstairs，andweshallbenearer。’
`Oh，please，don’ttroubleaboutme，’answeredAnna，lookingintentlyintoDolly’sface，tryingtomakeoutwhethertherehadbeenareconciliationornot。
`Itwillbelighterforyouhere，’answeredhersister-in-law。
`IassureyouthatIcansleeplikeamarmotanywhereandanytime。’