Surely he's not betrayed me ?" (Her chin and lips were twitching.) "Tell me, have you read about Grishka Otrepyev, how he was cursed in seven cathedrals ?" Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch did not speak.
"But I'll turn round now and look at you." She seemed to decide suddenly.

"You turn to me, too, and look at me, but more attentively.

I want to make sure for the last time." "I've been looking at you for a long time." "H'm!" said Marya Timofyevna, looking at him intently.

"You've grown much fatter." She wanted to say something more, but suddenly, for the third time, the same terror instantly distorted her face, and again she drew back, putting her hand up before her.
"What's the matter with you ?" cried Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, almost enraged.
But her panic lasted only one instant, her face worked with a sort of strange smile, suspicious and unpleasant.
"I beg you, prince, get up and come in," she brought out suddenly, in a firm, emphatic voice.
"Come in?
Where am I to come in ?" "I've been fancying for five years how _he_ would come in.

Get up and go out of the door into the other room.