famous scholar from Petersburg. I want to talk over my book with him."
"Oh, yes; wasn't it his article you were praising? Well, and after that?"
"Possibly to the tribunal, about that affair of my sister's."
"Aren't you going to the concert?" she asked.
"No; why should I go all alone?"
"Do go. They're going to give those new pieces.... it will interest you. I should certainly go."
"Well, at all events, I shall come home before dinner," said he, looking at his watch.
"Put on your best coat, so as to go to the Countess Bohl's."
"Why, is that really necessary?"
"Akh! certainly. The count himself came here. Now, what does it cost you? You go, you sit down, you talk five minutes about the weather, then you get up and go."
"Well, you don't realize that I am so out of practice, that I feel abashed. How absurd it is for a strange man to come to a house, to sit down, to stay a little while without any business, to find himself in the way, feel awkward, and then go."
Kitty laughed.
"Yes; but didn't you use to make calls before you were married?"
"Yes, but I was always bashful," said he; "and now I am so out of the way of it, that, by Heavens,[1] I would rather not have any dinner for two days than make this call. I am so bashful. It seems to me as if they must take offense, and say, 'Why do you come without business?'"
"No, they don't take offense. I will answer that for you," said Kitty, looking brightly into his face. She took his hand. "Now, prashchaï! — please go!"
He kissed his wife's hand, and was about to go, when she stopped him.
"Kostia, do you know I have only fifty rubles left?"
- ↑ Yeï Bogu.
