"Yes. Where?"
"To the Berestoff's. It is the cook's namesday. He called yesterday to ask us to dinner."
"Then," said Lisa, "the masters quarrel and the servants entertain one another."
"And what does that matter to us?" said Nastia. "I belong to you and not to your father. You have not quarrelled with young Berestoff yet. Let the old people fight if they please."
"Nastia! try and see Alexei Berestoff. Come back and tell me all about him."
Nastia promised; Lisa spent the whole day impatiently waiting for her. In the evening she returned.
"Well, Lisaveta Grigorievna!" she said, as she entered the room.
"I have seen young Berestoff. I had a good look at him. We spent the whole day together."
"How so? tell me all about it."