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Nenila Makarievna came in and sat with them, and possibly with intention mentioned Avdey Ivanovitch. But in her mother's presence Masha was armed jusqu'aux dents, as the French say, and she did not betray herself at all. So passed the whole morning. 'You will dine with us? Nenila Makarievna asked Kister. Masha turned away. 'No, Kister said hurriedly, and he glanced towards Masha.
You're not well, Masha. 'My head does ache a little, said Masha, to find some way of escape. 'There, I knew it. Nenila Makarievna put some scent on Masha's forehead. 'You're not feverish, though. Masha stooped down, and picked a thread off the floor. Nenila Makarievna's arms lay softly round Masha's slender waist.
Nenila Makarievna went up to her daughter, gently raised her head, and looked affectionately into her eyes. 'Will you tell me when you fall in love? she asked. Masha kissed her mother's hand, smiling, and nodded her head several times in the affirmative. 'Mind you do, observed Nenila Makarievna, stroking her cheek, and she went out after her husband.
'You're a little pale to-day, Nenila Makarievna said to her daughter, on the evening of the same day. 'Are you quite well? 'Yes, mamma. Nenila Makarievna set straight the kerchief on the girl's neck. 'You are very pale; look at me, she went on, with that motherly solicitude in which there is none the less audible a note of parental authority: 'there, now, your eyes look heavy too.
Nenila Makarievna, for her part, used to inform visitors that her husband played the flute, and that all flute-players always let the beard grow under the lower lip; they could hold their instrument more comfortably. Mr. Perekatov always, even in the early morning, wore a high, clean stock, and was well combed and washed.
Nenila Makarievna came in and gave Fyodor Fedoritch a friendly greeting. At dinner they were all laughing and making jokes; even Sergei Sergeitch plucked up spirit and described one of the merriest pranks of his youthful days, hiding his head from his wife like an ostrich, as he told the story.
Avdey Ivanovitch noticed the glance, shrugged his shoulders imperceptibly, and walked away into the other room. Several months had passed since that evening. Lutchkov had not once been at the Perekatovs'. But Kister visited them pretty often. Nenila Makarievna had taken a fancy to him, but it was not she that attracted Fyodor Fedoritch. He liked Masha.
And Masha hugged her. 'With Avdey Ivanovitch? Masha repeated serenely. 'Oh, all sorts of things.... 'Do you like him? 'Oh yes, I like him. 'Do you remember how anxious you were to get to know him, how excited you were? Masha turned away and laughed. 'What a strange person he is! Nenila Makarievna observed good-humouredly.
Perekatov's daughter, Mashenka, was in face like her father. Nenila Makarievna had taken the greatest pains with her education. She spoke French well, and played the piano fairly.
He was, moreover, well content with his lot; he dined very well, did as he liked, and slept all he could. Nenila Makarievna had introduced into her household 'foreign ways, as the neighbours used to say; she kept few servants, and had them neatly dressed.
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