Varvara Petrovna seemed to be very well satisfied with her expedition.

In her own opinion she had succeeded in coming to a satisfactory understanding with Praskovya Ivanovna, and immediately on her arrival she confided everything to Stepan Trofimovitch.

She was positively effusive with him as she had not been for a very long time.
"Hurrah!" cried Stepan Trofimovitch, and snapped his fingers.
He was in a perfect rapture, especially as he had spent the whole time of his friend's absence in extreme dejection.

On setting off she had not even taken leave of him properly, and had said nothing of her plan to "that old woman," dreading, perhaps, that he might chatter about it.
She was cross with him at the time on account of a considerable gambling debt which she had suddenly discovered.

But before she left Switzerland she had felt that on her return she must make up for it to her forsaken friend, especially as she had treated him very curtly for a long time past.