Liudmilla could not speak for laughing, and only waved her hands.
"Of course she's willing," said Darya for her. "You'd better tell him at once, or else he may go off in a huff."
Routilov entered the drawing-room and said in a whisper through the window:
"Wait, she'll be ready at once."
"Let her make haste," said Peredonov angrily. "Why are they so long?"
Liudmilla was soon dressed. She was entirely ready in five minutes.
Peredonov began to think about her. She was cheerful and plump. But she was a giggler. She would always be laughing at him. That was terrible. Darya, though she was lively, was more sober. But she was quite handsome. He had better take her.
He knocked once more on the window.
"There! he's knocking again," said Larissa. "I wonder if he wants you now, Darya?"
"The devil!" said Routilov irritatedly, and ran to the window.