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'This one here. And Nikolai Petrovitch pulled the famous treatise of Büchner, in the ninth edition, out of his coat-tail pocket. Pavel Petrovitch turned it over in his hands. 'Hm! he growled. 'Arkady Nikolaevitch is taking your education in hand. Well, did you try reading it? 'Yes, I tried it. 'Well, what did you think of it? 'Either I'm stupid, or it's all nonsense.
Arkady was at his ease with Katya, Madame Odintsov with Bazarov, and thus it usually came to pass that the two couples, after being a little while together, went off on their separate ways, especially during the walks. Katya adored nature, and Arkady loved it, though he did not dare to acknowledge it; Madame Odintsov was, like Bazarov, rather indifferent to the beauties of nature.
Arkady suddenly realised that he was at least as anxious to see Katya as Anna Sergyevna herself. The four hours were spent in insignificant discussion of one thing and another; Anna Sergyevna both listened and spoke without a smile. It was only quite at parting that her former friendliness seemed, as it were, to revive.
I'm used to it, though; you see, I'm a plebeian, homo novus not one of the old stock, not like my spouse.... Wouldn't you like to come this way into the shade, to breathe the morning freshness a little before tea? Arkady went out to him. 'Welcome once again, said Vassily Ivanovitch, raising his hand in a military salute to the greasy skull-cap which covered his head.
Bazarov held aloof from these matters, and indeed as a guest it was not for him to meddle in other people's business. The day after his arrival at Maryino, he set to work on his frogs, his infusoria, and his chemical experiments, and was for ever busy with them. Arkady, on the contrary, thought it his duty, if not to help his father, at least to make a show of being ready to help him.
'I remember everything, but still I don't admit that you have any right to be angry. You're unlucky, I'll allow, but ... 'Pooh! then you, Arkady Nikolaevitch, I can see, regard love like all modern young men; cluck, cluck, cluck you call to the hen, but if the hen comes near you, you run away. I'm not like that. But that's enough of that.
Altogether, Arkady Pavlitch is reckoned one of the most cultivated gentlemen and most eligible matches in our province; the ladies are perfectly wild over him, and especially admire his manners.
For peasants like us it's all right; but for you ... oh, our father, our gracious protector! oh, you ... our father!... Pardon an old fool like me; I'm off my head, bless me! I'm gone clean crazy. Meanwhile supper was served; Arkady Pavlitch began to eat. The old man packed his son off, saying he smelt too strong. 'Well, settled the division of land, old chap, hey? enquired Mr.
Katya raised her eyes to look upward, and assented, 'Yes'; while Arkady thought, 'Well, she does not reproach me for talking finely. 'I don't like Heine, said Katya, glancing towards the book which Arkady was holding in his hands, 'either when he laughs or when he weeps; I like him when he's thoughtful and melancholy. 'And I like him when he laughs, remarked Arkady. 'Who will transform me?
On the way home an argument usually sprang up, and Arkady was usually vanquished in it, though he said more than his companion. One day they had lingered rather late; Nikolai Petrovitch went to meet them in the garden, and as he reached the arbour he suddenly heard the quick steps and voices of the two young men. They were walking on the other side of the arbour, and could not see him.
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