You are very kind...

Countess Apraksina..." was heard on all sides.

The countess rose and went into the ballroom.
"Marya Dmitrievna ?" came her voice from there.
"Herself," came the answer in a rough voice, and Marya Dmitrievna entered the room.
All the unmarried ladies and even the married ones except the very oldest rose.

Marya Dmitrievna paused at the door.

Tall and stout, holding high her fifty-year-old head with its gray curls, she stood surveying the guests, and leisurely arranged her wide sleeves as if rolling them up.