"I have lived a great deal alone; that drives one to reflection. But do I really keep every one at a distance?"
Arkady flung a grateful glance at Katya.
"That"s all very well," he pursued; "but people in your position--I mean in your circ.u.mstances--don"t often have that faculty; it is hard for them, as it is for sovereigns, to get at the truth."
"But, you see, I am not rich."
Arkady was taken aback, and did not at once understand Katya. "Why, of course, the property"s all her sister"s!" struck him suddenly; the thought was not unpleasing to him. "How nicely you said that!" he commented.
"What?"
"You said it nicely, simply, without being ashamed or making a boast of it. By the way, I imagine there must always be something special, a kind of pride of a sort in the feeling of any man, who knows and says he is poor."
"I have never experienced anything of that sort, thanks to my sister. I only referred to my position just now because it happened to come up."
"Well; but you must own you have a share of that pride I spoke of just now."
"For instance?"
"For instance, you--forgive the question--you wouldn"t marry a rich man, I fancy, would you?"
"If I loved him very much.... No, I think even then I wouldn"t marry him."
"There! you see!" cried Arkady, and after a short pause he added, "And why wouldn"t you marry him?"
"Because even in the ballads unequal matches are always unlucky."
"You want to rule, perhaps, or ..."
"Oh, no! why should I? On the contrary, I am ready to obey; only inequality is intolerable. To respect one"s self and obey, that I can understand, that"s happiness; but a subordinate existence ... No, I"ve had enough of that as it is."
"Enough of that as it is," Arkady repeated after Katya. "Yes, yes," he went on, "you"re not Anna Sergyevna"s sister for nothing; you"re just as independent as she is; but you"re more reserved. I"m certain you wouldn"t be the first to give expression to your feeling, however strong and holy it might be ..."
"Well, what would you expect?" asked Katya.
"You"re equally clever; and you"ve as much, if not more, character than she."
"Don"t compare me with my sister, please," interposed Katya hurriedly; "that"s too much to my disadvantage. You seem to forget my sister"s beautiful and clever, and ... you in particular, Arkady Nikolaevitch, ought not to say such things, and with such a serious face too."
"What do you mean by "you in particular"--and what makes you suppose I am joking?"
"Of course, you are joking."
"You think so? But what if I"m persuaded of what I say? If I believe I have not put it strongly enough even?"
"I don"t understand you."
"Really? Well, now I see; I certainly took you to be more observant than you are."
"How?"
Arkady made no answer, and turned away, while Katya looked for a few more crumbs in the basket, and began throwing them to the sparrows; but she moved her arm too vigorously, and they flew away, without stopping to pick them up.
"Katerina Sergyevna!" began Arkady suddenly; "it"s of no consequence to you, probably; but, let me tell you, I put you not only above your sister, but above every one in the world."
He got up and went quickly away, as though he were frightened at the words that had fallen from his lips.
Katya let her two hands drop together with the basket on to her lap, and with bent head she stared a long while after Arkady. Gradually a crimson flush came faintly out upon her cheeks; but her lips did not smile and her dark eyes had a look of perplexity and some other, as yet undefined, feeling.
"Are you alone?" she heard the voice of Anna Sergyevna near her; "I thought you came into the garden with Arkady."
Katya slowly raised her eyes to her sister (elegantly, even elaborately dressed, she was standing in the path and tickling Fifi"s ears with the tip of her open parasol), and slowly replied, "Yes, I"m alone."
"So I see," she answered with a smile; "I suppose he has gone to his room."
"Yes."
"Have you been reading together?"
"Yes."
Anna Sergyevna took Katya by the chin and lifted her face up.
"You have not been quarrelling, I hope?"
"No," said Katya, and she quietly removed her sister"s hand.
"How solemnly you answer! I expected to find him here, and meant to suggest his coming a walk with me. That"s what he is always asking for.
They have sent you some shoes from the town; go and try them on; I noticed only yesterday your old ones are quite shabby. You never think enough about it, and you have such charming little feet! Your hands are nice too ... though they"re large; so you must make the most of your little feet. But you"re not vain."
Anna Sergyevna went farther along the path with a light rustle of her beautiful gown; Katya got up from the gra.s.s, and, taking Heine with her, went away too--but not to try on her shoes.
"Charming little feet!" she thought, as she slowly and lightly mounted the stone steps of the terrace, which were burning with the heat of the sun; "charming little feet you call them.... Well, he shall be at them."
But all at once a feeling of shame came upon her, and she ran swiftly upstairs.
Arkady had gone along the corridor to his room; a steward had overtaken him, and announced that Mr. Bazarov was in his room.
"Yevgeny!" murmured Arkady, almost with dismay; "has he been here long?"
"Mr. Bazarov arrived this minute, sir, and gave orders not to announce him to Anna Sergyevna, but to show him straight up to you."
"Can any misfortune have happened at home?" thought Arkady, and running hurriedly up the stairs, he at once opened the door. The sight of Bazarov at once rea.s.sured him, though a more experienced eye might very probably have discerned signs of inward agitation in the sunken, though still energetic face of the unexpected visitor. With a dusty cloak over his shoulders, with a cap on his head, he was sitting at the window; he did not even get up when Arkady flung himself with noisy exclamations on his neck.
"This is unexpected! What good luck brought you?" he kept repeating, bustling about the room like one who both imagines himself and wishes to show himself delighted. "I suppose everything"s all right at home; every one"s well, eh?"
"Everything"s all right, but not every one"s well," said Bazarov.
"Don"t be a chatterbox, but send for some kva.s.s for me, sit down, and listen while I tell you all about it in a few, but, I hope, pretty vigorous sentences."