“If only she doesn't take it into her head to console me!» thought Dolly. «All consolation and counsel and Christian forgiveness, all that I have thought over a thousand times, and it's all no use.»
All these days Dolly had been alone with her children. She did not want to talk of her sorrow, but with that sorrow in her heart she could not talk of outside matters.
She knew that in one way or another she would tell Anna everything, and she was alternately glad at the thought of speaking freely, and angry at the necessity of speaking of her humiliation with her, his sister, and of hearing her ready-made phrases of good advice and comfort.”