Neither the wet-nurse nor the head nurse were there; they were in the next room, from which came the sound of their conversation in the queer French which was their only means of communication.
Hearing Anna's voice, a smart, tall, English nurse with a disagreeable face and a dissolute expression walked in at the door, hurriedly shaking her fair curls, and immediately began to defend herself though Anna had not found fault with her.
At every word Anna said, the English nurse said hurriedly several times,
"Yes, my lady."
The rosy baby with her black eyebrows and hair, her sturdy red little body with tight goose-flesh skin, delighted Darya Alexandrovna in spite of the cross expression with which she stared at the stranger. She positively envied the baby's healthy appearance.
She was delighted, too, at the baby's crawling.
Not one of her own children had crawled like that.
When the baby was put on the carpet and its little dress tucked up behind, it was wonderfully charming.
Looking round like some little wild animal at the grown-up big people with her bright black eyes, she smiled, unmistakably pleased at their admiring her, and holding her legs sideways, she pressed vigorously on her arms, and rapidly drew her whole back up after, and then made another step forward with her little arms.
But the whole atmosphere of the nursery, and especially the English nurse, Darya Alexandrovna did not like at all.
It was only on the supposition that no good nurse would have entered so irregular a household as Anna's that Darya Alexandrovna could explain to herself how Anna with her insight into people could take such an unprepossessing, disreputable-looking woman as nurse to her child.
Besides, from a few words that were dropped, Darya Alexandrovna saw at once that Anna, the two nurses, and the child had no common existence, and that the mother's visit was something exceptional.
Anna wanted to get the baby her plaything, and could not find it.
Most amazing of all was the fact that on being asked how many teeth the baby had, Anna answered wrong, and knew nothing about the two last teeth.
"I sometimes feel sorry I'm so superfluous here," said Anna, going out of the nursery and holding up her skirt so as to escape the plaything standing in the doorway. "It was very different with my first child."
"I expected it to be the other way," said Darya Alexandrovna shyly.
"Oh, no!
By the way, do you know I saw Seryozha?" said Anna, screwing up her eyes, as though looking at something far away. "But we'll talk about that later.
You wouldn't believe it, I'm like a hungry beggar woman when a full dinner is set before her, and she does not know what to begin on first.
The dinner is you, and the talks I have before me with you, which I could never have with anyone else; and I don't know which subject to begin upon first. _Mais je ne vous ferai grace de rien_.
I must have everything out with you."
"Oh, I ought to give you a sketch of the company you will meet with us," she went on. "I'll begin with the ladies.
Princess Varvara--you know her, and I know your opinion and Stiva's about her.
Stiva says the whole aim of her existence is to prove her superiority over Auntie Katerina Pavlovna: that's all true; but she's a good-natured woman, and I am so grateful to her.
In Petersburg there was a moment when a chaperon was absolutely essential for me.
Then she turned up.
But really she is good- natured.
She did a great deal to alleviate my position.
I see you don't understand all the difficulty of my position...there in Petersburg," she added. "Here I'm perfectly at ease and happy.
Well, of that later on, though.
Then Sviazhsky--he's the marshal of the district, and he's a very good sort of a man, but he wants to get something out of Alexey.
You understand, with his property, now that we are settled in the country, Alexey can exercise great influence.
Then there's Tushkevitch--you have seen him, you know--Betsy's admirer.
Now he's been thrown over and he's come to see us.
As Alexey says, he's one of those people who are very pleasant if one accepts them for what they try to appear to be, _et puis il est comme il faut_, as Princess Varvara says.
Then Veslovsky...you know him.
A very nice boy," she said, and a sly smile curved her lips. "What's this wild story about him and the Levins?
Veslovsky told Alexey about it, and we don't believe it. _Il est tres gentil et naif_," she said again with the same smile. "Men need occupation, and Alexey needs a circle, so I value all these people.
We have to have the house lively and gay, so that Alexey may not long for any novelty.
Then you'll see the steward--a German, a very good fellow, and he understands his work.
Alexey has a very high opinion of him.
Then the doctor, a young man, not quite a Nihilist perhaps, but you know, eats with his knife...but a very good doctor.
Then the architect.... _Une petite cour!_"
Chapter 20
"Here's Dolly for you, princess, you were so anxious to see her," said Anna, coming out with Darya Alexandrovna onto the stone terrace where Princess Varvara was sitting in the shade at an embroidery frame, working at a cover for Count Alexey Kirillovitch's easy chair. "She says she doesn't want anything before dinner, but please order some lunch for her, and I'll go and look for Alexey and bring them all in."
Princess Varvara gave Dolly a cordial and rather patronizing reception, and began at once explaining to her that she was living with Anna because she had always cared more for her than her sister Katerina Pavlovna, the aunt that had brought Anna up, and that now, when every one had abandoned Anna, she thought it her duty to help her in this most difficult period of transition.
"Her husband will give her a divorce, and then I shall go back to my solitude; but now I can be of use, and I am doing my duty, however difficult it may be for me--not like some other people.
And how sweet it is of you, how right of you to have come!
They live like the best of married couples; it's for God to judge them, not for us.
And didn't Biryuzovsky and Madame Avenieva...and Sam Nikandrov, and Vassiliev and Madame Mamonova, and Liza Neptunova...