added, addressing himself this time directly to Tatyana.
Tatyana raised her large, clear eyes to Potugin. It seemed as though she were perplexed. What was wanted of her, and why had Litvinov introduced her, on the first day of her arrival, to this unknown man, who had, though, a kind and clever face, and was looking at her with cordial and friendly eyes.
'Yes,' she said at last, 'it 's very nice here.'
'You ought to visit the old castle,' Potugin went on; 'I especially advise a drive to——'
'The Saxon Switzerland——' Kapitolina Markovna was beginning.
The blare of wind instruments floated up the avenue; it was the Prussian military band from Raschstadt (in 1862 Rastadt was still an allied fortress), beginning its weekly concert in the pavilion. Kapitolina Markovna got up.
'The music!' she said; 'the music á la Conversation! . . . We must go there. It 's four o'clock now . . . isn't it? Will the fashionable world be there now?'
'Yes,' answered Potugin: 'this is the most fashionable time, and the music is excellent.'
'Well, then, don't let us linger. Tanya, come along.'
'You allow me to accompany you?' asked Potugin, to Litvinov's considerable astonish-