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He took advantage of a pause in the conversation, got up, bowed slightly, and went out "very foolishly" as he could not help saying to himself afterwards. His confusion did not escape Valentina Mihailovna's notice, and judging by the smile with which she accompanied him, she had put it down to her own advantage. In the billiard room Nejdanov came across Mariana.
And suddenly, after the brief silence that followed Yulia Mihailovna's invitation to open the meeting without loss of time, Liza's musical voice, intentionally loud, was heard. She called to Stavrogin.
Lezhnyov, on his part, too, treated him coldly. He did not, however, report his final conclusions about him, which somewhat disquieted Alexandra Pavlovna. She was fascinated by Rudin, but she had confidence in Lezhnyov. Every one in Darya Mihailovna's house humoured Rudin's fancies; his slightest preferences were carried out He determined the plans for the day.
What was passing in Volintsev's heart was no mystery to either of them. More than two months had passed; during the whole of that period Rudin had scarcely been away from Darya Mihailovna's house. She could not get on without him. To talk to him about herself and to listen to his eloquence became a necessity for her.
This worthless fellow who had hung about Stepan Trofimovitch for years, who used at his evening parties, when invited, to mimic Jews of various types, a deaf peasant woman making her confession, or the birth of a child, now at Yulia Mihailovna's caricatured Stepan Trofimovitch himself in a killing way, under the title of "A Liberal of the Forties."
And Andrey Vassilievitch! Whatever put it into Anna Mihailovna's head to send him! He's a tiresome little man I've known him earlier in Petrograd! He's on my nerves already with his chatter. No, it's too bad. What can he do with us?" "He has a very good business head," I said. "And he's not really a bad little man. And he's very anxious to do everything."
And looking with satisfaction at his own neat and elegant figure, Konstantin Diomiditch struck his coat-sleeve twice with his open hand, pulled up his collar, and went on his way. When he had reached his own room, he put on an old dressing-gown and sat down with an anxious face to the piano. Darya Mihailovna's house was regarded as almost the first in the whole province.
Alexandra Pavlovna lifted up her head. 'What, to say good-bye! 'Yes. Haven't you heard? He is leaving Darya Mihailovna's. 'He is leaving? 'For ever; at least he says so. 'But pray, how is one to explain it, after all?... 'Oh, that's a different matter! To explain it is impossible, but it is so. Something must have happened with them. He pulled the string too tight and it has snapped.
"Ech, what a dull show!" They called for Karmazinov. Several ladies with Yulia Mihailovna and the marshal's wife crowded round the platform. In Yulia Mihailovna's hands was a gorgeous laurel wreath resting on another wreath of living roses on a white velvet cushion. "Laurels!" Karmazinov pronounced with a subtle and rather sarcastic smile.
There really were Vanya and Petya, Darya Mihailovna's sons, running along the road; after them walked their tutor, Bassistoff, a young man of two-and-twenty, who had only just left college. Bassistoff was a well-grown youth, with a simple face, a large nose, thick lips, and small pig's eyes, plain and awkward, but kind, good, and upright.
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