Yulia Mihailovna impulsively held out her hand and Varvara Petrovna with perfect readiness touched it with her fingers.

The general effect was excellent, the faces of some of those present beamed with pleasure, some bland and insinuating smiles were to be seen.
In short it was made manifest to every one in the town that it was not Yulia Mihailovna who had up till now neglected Varvara Petrovna in not calling upon her, but on the contrary that Varvara Petrovna had "kept Yulia Mihailovna within bounds at a distance, while the latter would have hastened to pay her a visit, going on foot perhaps if necessary, had she been fully assured that Varvara Petrovna would not turn her away." And Varvara Petrovna's prestige was enormously increased.
"Get in, my dear." Varvara Petrovna motioned Mlle.

Lebyadkin towards the carriage which had driven up.
The "unhappy creature" hurried gleefully to the carriage door, and there the footman lifted her in.
"What! You're lame!" cried Varvara Petrovna, seeming quite alarmed, and she turned pale.

(Every one noticed it at the time, but did not understand it.) The carriage rolled away.

Varvara Petrovna's house was very near the cathedral.