She was listening to the sound of his voice, watching his face and the play of expression on it, touching his hand, but she did not follow what he was saying.

She must go, she must leave him,--this was the only thing she was thinking and feeling.

She heard the steps of Vassily Lukitch coming up to the door and coughing; she heard, too, the steps of the nurse as she came near; but she sat like one turned to stone, incapable of beginning to speak or to get up.