She and the countess and Sonya were standing by themselves as in the depths of a forest amid that crowd of strangers, with no one interested in them and not wanted by anyone.

Prince Andrew with a lady passed by, evidently not recognizing them.

The handsome Anatole was smilingly talking to a partner on his arm and looked at Natasha as one looks at a wall.

Boris passed them twice and each time turned away.

Berg and his wife, who were not dancing, came up to them.