DollywasjustabouttogotobedwhenAnnacameintoseeher，attiredforthenight。
InthecourseofthedayAnnahadseveraltimesbeguntospeakofmattersnearherheart，andeverytimeafterafewwordsshehadstopped:`Afterward，byourselves，we’lltalkabouteverything。I’vegotsomuchIwanttotellyou，’shehadsaid。
Nowtheywerebythemselves，andAnnadidnotknowwhattotalkabout。ShesatinthewindowlookingatDolly，andgoingoverinherownmindallthestoresofintimatetalkwhichhadseemedsoinexhaustiblebeforehand，andshefoundnothing。Atthatmomentitseemedtoherthateverythinghadbeensaidalready。
`Well，whatofKitty？’shesaidwithaheavysigh，lookingpenitentlyatDolly。`Tellmethetruth，Dolly:isn’tsheangrywithme？’
`Angry？Oh，no！’saidDaryaAlexandrovna，smiling。