" Kitty's lower lip began to quiver; she got up quickly.
"Kitty, you're not dancing the mazurka?" "No, no," said Kitty in a voice shaking with tears.
"He asked her for the mazurka before me," said Countess Nordston, knowing Kitty would understand who were "he" and "her.
" "She said: 'Why, aren't you going to dance it with Princess Shtcherbatskaya?'" "Oh, I don't care!" answered Kitty.
No one but she herself understood her position; no one knew that she had just refused the man whom perhaps she loved, and refused him because she had put her faith in another.