Tamara quickly gave Verka a look with a question, incomprehensible to the uninitiated, in her eyes. Verka quickly lowered her eyelashes. This signified: yes, he is gone.
“I’ll go right away and call her,” said Tamara.
“But what are you so stuck on your Jennka for,” said Henrietta. “You might take me.”
“All right, another time,” answered Kolya and nervously began to smoke.
Jennka was not even beginning to dress yet. She was sitting before the mirror and powdering her face.
“What is it, Tamarochka?” she asked.
“Your little cadet has come to you. He’s waiting.”
“Ah, that’s the little baby of last year... Well, the devil with him!”
“And that’s right, too. But how healthy and handsome the lad has grown, and how tall... It’s a delight, that’s all! So if you don’t want to, I’ll go myself.”
Tamara saw in the mirror how Jennka contracted her eyebrows.