'Yes,' she remembered, 'there was something unnatural in Anna Pavlovna, quite unlike her usual kindness, when the day before yesterday she said crossly: '-"There, he has been waiting for you and would not drink his coffee without you, though he was growing dreadfully weak."
« Sí», pensaba Kitty; había algo poco natural en Ana Pavlovna, algo que no era propio de su bondad en el acento con que dos días antes le dijera enojada: –Mi marido la esperaba; no quería tomar el café hasta que usted llegase, aunque sentía debilidad...