He jumped up and rushed into the bedroom on tiptoe, past Mary Vlasevna and the Princess, and stopped at his place at the head of the bed. The screaming had ceased, but there was a change; what it was he could not make out or understand, nor did he want to understand it but he read it in Mary Vlasevna's face.
Y continuó sentado. Pero, poco después, no pudiendo, a pesar de todo, explicarse aquel grito, se levantó y, de puntillas, entró en el dormitorio, pasó por detrás de Elisabeta Petrovna y la Princesa y se colocó en su sitio de siempre, a la cabecera de la cama.