"It's good to be home," he whispered, "with the people who mean the most to me."
That it would mean people would no longer know their neighbors?
Sometimes on his way back from the anteroom he would pass through the conservatory and pantry into the large marble dining hall, where tables were being set out for eighty people; and looking at the footmen, who were bringing in silver and china, moving tables, and unfolding damask table linen, he would call Dmitri Vasilevich, a man of good family and the manager of all his affairs, and while looking with pleasure at the enormous table would say: Well, Dmitri, you'll see that things are all as they should be?
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
But then, maybe Alondra was one of those people who simply took a long time to warm to strangers.