Of course, no one had been more charmed and delighted by Yulia Mihailovna's words spoken at the marshal's soiree than she.

They lifted a load of care off her heart, and had at once relieved much of the distress she had been suffering since that luckless Sunday.
"I misunderstood that woman," she declared, and with her characteristic impulsiveness she frankly told Yulia Mihailovna that she had come to _thank her_.

Yulia Mihailovna was flattered, but she behaved with dignity.
She was beginning about this time to be very conscious of her own importance, too much so, in fact.

She announced, for example, in the course of conversation, that she had never heard of Stepan Trofimovitch as a leading man or a savant.
"I know young Verhovensky, of course, and make much of him.

He's imprudent, but then he's young; he's thoroughly well-informed, though.
He's not an out-of-date, old-fashioned critic, anyway." Varvara Petrovna hastened to observe that Stepan Trofimovitch had never been a critic, but had, on the contrary, spent all his life in her house.