The elder lady was so angry that she began to cry.

She was ill and walked with difficulty.

Her legs were swollen, and for the last few days she had been continually fractious, quarrelling with every one, though she always stood rather in awe of Liza.

They were pleased to see us.

Liza flushed with pleasure, and saying _"merci"_ to me, on Shatov's account of course, went to meet him, looking at him with interest.
Shatov stopped awkwardly in the doorway.