Doubts trouble her: "Shall I go on? Shall I go back?… He is not here. They do not know me… I shall glance 4 at the house, at that garden." And so downhill Tatiana walks, scarce breathing; casts around a gaze full of perplexity… 8 and enters a deserted courtyard. Dogs toward her dash, barking… At her frightened cry a household brood of serf boys 12 has noisily converged. Not without fighting the boys dispersed the hounds, taking the lady under their protection.