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She will be genuinely grieved like a true friend, but secretly she will be pleased.... I shall give her a weapon against me for the rest of my life. Oh, it's all over with me! Twenty years of such perfect happiness with her... and now!" He hid his face in his hands. "Stepan Trofimovitch, oughtn't you to let Varvara Petrovna know at once of what has happened?" I suggested.
"Well, Marya Dmitrievna," observed Lavretsky, "if I may be inquisitive: I am told that Varvara Pavlovna has been singing in your drawing-room; did she sing during the time of her penitence, or how was it?" "Ah, I wonder you are not ashamed to talk like that! She sang and played the piano only to do me a kindness, because I positively entreated, almost commanded her to do so.
Merely to live in my house is too little for you; you want to live with me under the same roof. Is it not so?" "I want you to pardon me," replied Varvara Pavlovna, without lifting her eyes from the ground. "She wants you to pardon her," repeated Maria Dmitrievna. "And not for my own sake, but for Ada's," whispered Varvara. "Not for her own sake, but for your Ada's," repeated Maria Dmitrievna.
Ah, show me, if you please-what a charming mantle you have." "Do you like it?" Varvara Pavlovna slipped it quickly off her shoulders; "it is a very simple little thing from Madame Baudran." "One can see it at once. From Madame Baudran? How sweet, and what taste! I am sure you have brought a number of fascinating things with you. If I could only see them."
I assure you your article shall be mentioned in its proper place, and you can then explain everything, but for the moment I would rather not anticipate. Quite accidentally, with the help of my sister, Varvara Ardalionovna Ptitsin, I obtained from one of her intimate friends, Madame Zoubkoff, a letter written to her twenty-five years ago, by Nicolai Andreevitch Pavlicheff, then abroad.
She and the Epanchin girls had been acquainted in childhood, although of late they had met but rarely. Even now Varvara hardly ever appeared in the drawing-room, but would slip in by a back way.
In the course of his twenty years' friendship with Varvara Petrovna he used regularly, three or four times a year, to sink into a state of "patriotic grief," as it was called among us, or rather really into an attack of spleen, but our estimable Varvara Petrovna preferred the former phrase.
He said a great deal more, but Varvara Petrovna was obstinately silent. Of the remaining eight thousand which had vanished with the woods she said not a word. This conversation took place a month before the match was proposed to him. Stepan Trofimovitch was overwhelmed, and began to ponder.
Varvara ran to the window, and rushing about in distress, shouted to the cook with all her might, straining her voice: "Sto-op, Stepanida, sto-op! Don't harrow us, for Christ's sake!" They forgot to set the samovar, they could think of nothing. Only Lipa could not make out what it was all about and went on playing with her baby.
"Good heavens!" cried Varia, raising her hands. This was the note: "GAVRILA ARDOLIONOVITCH, persuaded of your kindness of heart, I have determined to ask your advice on a matter of great importance to myself. I should like to meet you tomorrow morning at seven o'clock by the green bench in the park. It is not far from our house. Varvara Ardalionovna, who must accompany you, knows the place well.
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