Book 2 Chapter 39 Brother and Sister

There were still two hours before the passenger train by which
Nekhludoff was going would start. He had thought of using this
interval to see his sister again; but after the impressions of
the morning he felt much excited and so done up that, sitting
down on a sofa in the first-class refreshment-room, he suddenly
grew so drowsy that he turned over on to his side, and, laying
his face on his hand, fell asleep at once. A waiter in a dress
coat with a napkin in his hand woke him.

"Sir, sir, are you not Prince Nekhludoff? There's a lady looking
for you."

Nekhludoff started up and recollected where he was and all that
had happened in the morning.

He saw in his imagination the procession of prisoners, the dead
bodies, the railway carriages with barred windows, and the women
locked up in them, one of whom was groaning in travail with no
one to help her, and another who was pathetically smiling at him
through the bars.

The reality before his eyes was very different, i.e., a table
with vases, candlesticks and crockery, and agile waiters moving
round the table, and in the background a cupboard and a counter
laden with fruit and bottles, behind it a barman, and in front
the backs of passengers who had come up for refreshments. When
Nekhludoff had risen and sat gradually collecting his thoughts,
he noticed that everybody in the room was inquisitively looking
at something that was passing by the open doors.

He also looked, and saw a group of people carrying a chair on
which sat a lady whose head was wrapped in a kind of airy fabric.