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Valentina Mihailovna took her fingers from her bodice. "Yes, Mariana Vikentievna! I am speaking of that cultured, excellent young man, Mr. Kollomietzev, who would make a wife happy and whom only a mad-woman could refuse! Yes, only a mad-woman!" "What can I do, ma tante? It seems that I am mad!" "Have you anything serious against him?" "Nothing whatever. I simply despise him."
But why are you here?" "Why?"... But at this moment Mariana stealthily touched Paklin on the elbow. He turned around and saw that she was making signs to him. "Oh, yes!" he muttered. "Yes.... You see, Aliosha," he added aloud, "I've come here upon a very important matter and must go away at once. Solomin will tell you all about it and Mariana Mariana Vikentievna.
"You are quite mistaken, Mariana Vikentievna," Nejdanov remarked. "On the contrary, I am pleased to think that I inspire you with confidence." This was not true, the idea had only just occurred to him. Mariana glanced at him for a moment. Until then she had persistently looked away from him.
"Now you and I are not at all interested in that sort of thing, are we?" Kollomietzev smiled good-naturedly; he could not help entering into the playful mood of his amiable hostess. "Mariana Vikentievna," he began, "is still full of the ideals.. . the romanticism of youth... which... in time "
"Then I shall call you Tatiana Osipovna." "And I'll call you Mariana Vikentievna. That will be splendid." "Won't you take a cup of tea with us, Tatiana Osipovna?" "For once I will, Mariana Vikentievna, although Egoritch will scold me afterwards." "Who is Egoritch?" "Pavel, my husband." "Sit down, Tatiana Osipovna." "Thank you, Mariana Vikentievna."
Valentina Mihailovna inquired once or twice about Mariana, as she too had disappeared soon after dinner. "Where is Mariana Vikentievna?" she asked first in Russian, then in French, addressing herself to no one in particular, but rather to the walls, as people often do when greatly astonished, but she soon became absorbed in the game.
Nejdanov took a step or two in advance, but turned back suddenly. "By the way, Mariana Vikentievna... may I come to school with you one day before it closes? I should like to see what you do there." "With pleasure... But it was not the school about which I wished to speak to you." "What was it then?" "Tomorrow," Mariana repeated.
Nejdanov obeyed. Mariana put the candlestick on a window-sill and turned to him. "I understand why you wanted to see me," she began. "It is wretched for you to live in this house, and for me too." "Yes, I wanted to see you, Mariana Vikentievna," Nejdanov replied, "but I do not feel wretched here since I've come to know you." Mariana smiled pensively. "Thank you, Alexai Dmitritch.
A respectful cough made her look round. A handsome servant in livery and a white cravat was standing by the door. "What do you want, Agafon?" she asked in the same soft voice. "Simion Petrovitch Kollomietzev is here. Shall I show him in?" "Certainly. And tell Mariana Vikentievna to come to the drawing room."
"I won't smoke any more... It's quite easy to give that up. Women of the people don't smoke, so I suppose I ought not to." "That's quite true, Mariana Vikentievna. Our men indulge in it, but not the women. And here's Vassily Fedotitch coming to see you. Those are his steps. You ask him. He'll arrange everything for you in the best possible way." Solomin's voice was heard at the door.
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