MISSY'S MOTHER.
Princess Sophia Vasilievna, Missy's mother, had finished her veryelaborate and nourishing dinner. (She had it always alone, thatno one should see her performing this unpoetical function.) Byher couch stood a small table with her coffee, and she wassmoking a pachitos. Princess Sophia Vasilievna was a long, thinwoman, with dark hair, large black eyes and long teeth, and stillpretended to be young. human hair wigs 2013
Her intimacy with the doctor was being talked about. Nekhludoffhad known that for some time; but when he saw the doctor sittingby her couch, his oily, glistening beard parted in the middle, henot only remembered the rumours about them, but felt greatlydisgusted. By the table, on a low, soft, easy chair, next toSophia Vasilievna, sat Kolosoff, stirring his coffee. A glass ofliqueur stood on the table. Missy came in with Nekhludoff, butdid not remain in the room. 32 inch human hair wigs
"When mamma gets tired of you and drives you away, then come tome," she said, turning to Kolosoff and Nekhludoff, speaking as ifnothing had occurred; then she went away, smiling merrily andstepping noiselessly on the thick carpet.
"How do you do, dear friend? Sit down and talk," said PrincessSophia Vasilievna, with her affected but very naturally-actedsmile, showing her fine, long teeth,a splendid imitation of whather own had once been. "I hear that you have come from the LawCourts very much depressed. I think it must be very trying to aperson with a heart," she added in French.
"Yes, that is so," said Nekhludoff. "One often feels one's ownde,one feels one has no right to judge."