turned
towards
the
Rostovs’
box （the
whole of
her bosom
was
completely
exposed）,
with her
gloved
little
finger
beckoned
the old
count to
her, and
taking no
notice of
the men
who were
thronging
about her
box, began
with an
amiable
smile
talking to
him. “Oh,
do make me
acquainted
with your
charming
daughters,”
she said.
“All the
town is
singing
their
praises,
and I
don’t know
them.”
Natasha
got up and
curtseyed
to the
magnificent
countess.
