About noon
`` Yes , of course . '' He soon left to go to work , and the mother fell to thinking of `` that movement '' for which the people worked , day in , day out , calmly and resolutely . When confronting them she seemed to stand before a mountain looming in the dark . About noon a tall , well-built lady came . When the mother opened the door for her she threw a little yellow valise on the floor , and quickly seizing Vlasova 's hand , asked : `` Are you the mother of Pavel Mikhaylovich ? '' `` Yes , I am , '' the mother replied , embarrassed by the lady 's rich appearance . `` That 's the way I imagined you , '' said the lady , removing her hat in front of the mirror .