the waiter brought in the cards, and the game began, not,—of course, for money.
At this innocent diversion Maria Nikolaevna found them on her return from the Countess Lasunsky's. She laughed aloud directly she came into the room and saw the cards and the open card-table. Sanin jumped up, but she cried, 'Sit still; go on with the game. I 'll change my dress directly and come back to you,' and vanished again with a swish of her dress, pulling off her gloves as she went.
She did in fact return very soon. Her evening dress she had exchanged for a full lilac silk tea-gown, with open hanging sleeves; a thick twisted cord was fastened round her waist. She sat down by her husband, and, waiting till he was left 'fool,' said to him, 'Come, dumpling, that's enough!' (At the word 'dumpling' Sanin glanced at her in surprise, and she smiled gaily, answering his look with a look, and displaying all the dimples on her cheeks.) 'I see you are sleepy; kiss my hand and get along; and Monsieur Sanin and I will have a chat together alone.'
'I 'm not sleepy,' observed Polozov, getting up ponderously from his easy-chair; 'but as for getting along, I 'm ready to get along and to kiss your hand.' She gave him the palm of her hand, still smiling and looking at Sanin.
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