"You mustn`t laugh, Miss," said Dunyasha.

It may be a very undignified circumstances to record, but after he had folded this letter and placed it in his pocket–book, Nicholas Nickleby’s eyes were dimmed with a moisture that might have been taken for tears.

"Your excellency," said Rostov, "may I ask a favor?"

"I sent Uvarka at dawn to listen," his bass boomed out after a minute`s pause. "He says she`s moved them into the Otradnoe enclosure. They were howling there." (This meant that the she-wolf, about whom they both knew, had moved with her cubs to the Otradnoe copse, a small place a mile and a half from the house.)