He entered the room softly.

The little princess, plump and rosy, was sitting in an easy chair with her work in her hands, talking incessantly, repeating Petersburg reminiscences and even phrases.

Prince Andrew came up, stroked her hair, and asked if she felt rested after their journey.

She answered him and continued her chatter.
The coach with six horses was waiting at the porch.

It was an autumn night, so dark that the coachman could not see the carriage pole.
Servants with lanterns were bustling about in the porch.