To whom? To this chit of a girl, Natasha, who not so long ago was playing with dolls and who was still having lessons.
"Don't, Natasha! What nonsense!" she said, hoping it was a joke.
"Nonsense, indeed! I am telling you the fact," said Natasha indignantly.
" I come to ask you what to do, and you call it 'nonsense!'" The countess shrugged her shoulders.
"If it is true that Monsieur Denisov has made you a proposal, tell him he is a fool, that's all!" "No, he's not a fool!" replied Natasha indignantly and seriously.