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'Fenitchka ... Fedosya, answered Arkady. 'And her father's name? One must know that too. 'Nikolaevna. 'Bene. What I like in her is that she's not too embarrassed. Some people, I suppose, would think ill of her for it. What nonsense! What is there to embarrass her? She's a mother she's all right. 'She's all right, observed Arkady, 'but my father. 'And he's right too, put in Bazarov.
Fenitchka turned her head away. 'What a person you are to talk! she commented, picking the flowers over with her finger. 'And how can you care to listen to me? You have talked with such clever ladies. 'Ah, Fedosya Nikolaevna! believe me; all the clever ladies in the world are not worth your little elbow. 'Come, there's another invention! murmured Fenitchka, clasping her hands.
"It is my custom to prefer red!" he answers in a deep bass, with a face as solemn as if the whole universe had its eyes on him at that instant.... 'Do you care for any more tea? asked Fenitchka, putting her head in at the door; she had not been able to make up her mind to come into the drawing-room while there was the sound of voices in dispute there.
Bazarov picked the book up from the ground. 'That's a medical book; why do you throw it away? 'Medical? repeated Fenitchka, and she turned to him again. 'Do you know, ever since you gave me those drops do you remember? Mitya has slept so well! I really can't think how to thank you; you are so good, really. 'But you have to pay doctors, observed Bazarov with a smile.
'A severe moralist would regard my openness, as improper; but, in the first place, it can't be concealed, and secondly, you are aware I have always had peculiar ideas as regards the relation of father and son. Though, of course, you would be right in blaming me. At my age.... In short ... that ... that girl, about whom you have probably heard already ... 'Fenitchka? asked Arkady easily.
Nikolai Petrovitch kept going in to his brother on tiptoe, retreating on tiptoe again; the latter dozed, moaned a little, told him in French, Couchez-vous, and asked for drink. Nikolai Petrovitch sent Fenitchka twice to take him a glass of lemonade; Pavel Petrovitch gazed at her intently, and drank off the glass to the last drop.
'That always depends on you. 'It doesn't at all depend on me! At least, some one ought to take pity on me. Fenitchka gave a sidelong look at Bazarov, but said nothing. 'What's this book you have? she asked after a short pause. 'That? That's a scientific book, very difficult. 'And are you still studying? And don't you find it dull? You know everything already I should say.
I don't know what your quarrel was about, but I can see you turn him about like this and like that. Fenitchka showed with her hands how in her opinion Bazarov turned Pavel Petrovitch about. Bazarov smiled. 'But if he gave me a beating, he asked, 'would you stand up for me? 'How could I stand up for you? but no, no one will get the better of you. 'Do you think so?
You see, there's no shade in the garden. 'That's true, there's no shade, replied Nikolai Petrovitch, rubbing his forehead. One day at seven o'clock in the morning Bazarov, returning from a walk, came upon Fenitchka in the lilac arbour, which was long past flowering, but was still thick and green.
Towards morning the fever had increased a little; there was slight delirium. At first Pavel Petrovitch uttered incoherent words; then suddenly he opened his eyes, and seeing his brother near his bed bending anxiously over him, he said, 'Don't you think, Nikolai, Fenitchka has something in common with Nellie? 'What Nellie, Pavel dear? 'How can you ask?
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