He stood a little while before the glass, smiled, and walked toward the other door.

Natasha was about to call him but changed her mind.

"Let him look for me," thought she.
Hardly had Boris gone than Sonya, flushed, in tears, and muttering angrily, came in at the other door.

Natasha checked her first impulse to run out to her, and remained in her hiding place, watching--as under an invisible cap--to see what went on in the world.

She was experiencing a new and peculiar pleasure.