Of course, that was nonsense; but there was a dispute over it--over you.

You know how irritable these sick people are.

" Kitty, scowling more than ever, kept silent, and Varenka went on speaking alone, trying to soften or soothe her, and seeing a storm coming--she did not know whether of tears or of words.

"So you'd better not go....

You understand; you won't be offended?..." "And it serves me right! And it serves me right!" Kitty cried quickly, snatching the parasol out of Varenka's hand, and looking past her friend's face.