"Ah!" she cried, seeing him, and beaming with delight.

" Kostya! Konstantin Dmitrievitch!" (These latter days she used these names almost alternately.

) "I didn't expect you! I'm going through my wardrobe to see what's for whom..." "Oh! that's very nice!" he said gloomily, looking at the maid.

"You can go, Dunyasha, I'll call you presently," said Kitty.

"Kostya, what's the matter?" she asked, definitely adopting this familiar name as soon as the maid had gone out.