When she was dressed and in her hat, she glanced again into the eyes of the plump, comfortable-looking Annushka.

There was unmistakable sympathy in those good-natured little gray eyes.

"Annushka, dear, what am I to do?" said Anna, sobbing and sinking helplessly into a chair.

"Why fret yourself so, Anna Arkadyevna? Why, there's nothing out of the way.