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'Here's a go! frightened of a petticoat! he thought, and lolling, quite like Sitnikov, in an easy-chair, he began talking with an exaggerated appearance of ease, while Madame Odintsov kept her clear eyes fixed on him.
Soon Madame Odintsov herself appeared in a simple morning dress. She seemed still younger by the light of the spring sunshine. Arkady presented Bazarov, and noticed with secret amazement that he seemed embarrassed, while Madame Odintsov remained perfectly tranquil, as she had been the previous day. Bazarov himself was conscious of being embarrassed, and was irritated by it.
'At any rate, in a proper organisation of society, it will be absolutely the same whether a man is stupid or clever, wicked or good. 'Yes, I understand; they will all have the same spleen. 'Precisely so, madam. Madame Odintsov turned to Arkady. 'And what is your opinion, Arkady Nikolaevitch? 'I agree with Yevgeny, he answered. Katya looked up at him from under her eyelids.
The following morning when Madame Odintsov came down to morning tea, Bazarov sat a long while bending over his cup, then suddenly he glanced up at her.... She turned to him as though he had struck her a blow, and he fancied that her face was a little paler since the night before. She quickly went off to her own room, and did not appear till lunch.
'I hope you will bring the matter to the most satisfactory conclusion; and I will rejoice from a distance. Madame Odintsov turned quickly to him. 'You are not going away? Why should you not stay now? Stay ... it's exciting talking to you ... one seems walking on the edge of a precipice. At first one feels timid, but one gains courage as one goes on. Do stay.
'Why is she talking like that? thought Bazarov. 'All that's not in the least interesting, he uttered aloud, 'especially for you; we are obscure people.... 'And you regard me as an aristocrat? Bazarov lifted his eyes to Madame Odintsov. 'Yes, he said, with exaggerated sharpness. She smiled.
A lady in a black veil and a black mantle, accompanied by a little German doctor in spectacles, got out of the carriage. "I am Madame Odintsov," said the lady. "Your son is still living? I have a doctor with me." "Benefactress!" cried Vassily Ivanovitch, snatching her hand and placing it convulsively to his lips. "Still living; my Yevgeny is living, and now he will be saved!
He caught himself in all sorts of 'shameful' thoughts, as though he were driven on by a devil mocking him. Sometimes he fancied that there was a change taking place in Madame Odintsov too; that there were signs in the expression of her face of something special; that, perhaps ... but at that point he would stamp, or grind his teeth, and clench his fists.
And Arkady, too, willingly accepted his hostess's urgent invitation that they should stay for as long as they pleased, because of his passion for Katya. Circumstances, however, brought their visit to an abrupt conclusion. One morning Madame Odintsov, when she was alone with Bazaroff, commented upon his reticence and constraint. As she made this remark, Bazaroff got up and went to the window.
Madame Odintsov listened to him with courteous sympathy, slightly opening and closing her fan; his talk was broken off when partners came for her; Sitnikov, among others, twice asked her.
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