"Sonya?" she thought, glancing at that curled-up, sleeping little kitten with her enormous plait of hair.
" No, how could she? She's virtuous.
She fell in love with Nicholas and does not wish to know anything more.
Even Mamma does not understand.
It is wonderful how clever I am and how... charming she is," she went on, speaking of herself in the third person, and imagining it was some very wise man--the wisest and best of men--who was saying it of her.