Natasha began putting on the dress.

"In a minute! In a minute! Don't come in, Papa!" she cried to her father as he opened the door--speaking from under the filmy skirt which still covered her whole face.

Sonya slammed the door to.

A minute later they let the count in.

He was wearing a blue swallow-tail coat, shoes and stockings, and was perfumed and his hair pomaded.