Varvara Petrovna sat straight as an arrow ready to fly from the bow. For ten seconds she looked sternly and immovably at Praskovya Ivanovna.
“Well, Praskovya, you must thank God that all here present are our friends,” she said at last with ominous composure. “You’ve said a great deal better unsaid.”
“But I’m not so much afraid of what the world will say, my lady, as some people. It’s you who, under a show of pride, are trembling at what people will say. And as for all here being your friends, it’s better for you than if strangers had been listening.”
“Have you grown wiser during this last week?”
“It’s not that I’ve grown wiser, but simply that the truth has come out this week.”
“What truth has come out this week? Listen, Praskovya Ivanovna, don’t irritate me. Explain to me this minute
