After receiving her visitors,
the countess was so tired that
she gave orders to admit no more,
but the porter was told to be sure to
invite to dinner all who came "to congratulate."
The countess wished to have a tete-a-tete talk
with the friend of her childhood,
Princess Anna Mikhaylovna,
whom she had not seen properly
since she returned from Petersburg.
Anna Mikhaylovna,
with her tear-worn but pleasant face,
drew her chair nearer to that of the countess.
"With you I will be quite frank,"
said Anna Mikhaylovna.
"There are not many left of us old friends!
That's why I so value your friendship."
Anna Mikhaylovna looked at Vera and paused.
The countess pressed her friend's hand.
"Vera,"
she said to her eldest daughter
who was evidently not a favorite,
"how is it you have so little tact?
Don't you see you are not wanted here?
Go to the other girls, or..."
The handsome Vera smiled contemptuously
but did not seem at all hurt.
"If you had told me sooner, Mamma,
I would have gone,"
she replied as she rose to go to her own room.