She looked at him angrily and reproachfully.
“Where are you taking me to?” she asked coldly and abruptly.
“To a very beautiful house, Liza. There are plenty of children,—they'll all love you there, they are so kind! Don't be angry with me, Liza; I wish you well, you know!”
In truth, Velchaninoff would have looked strange at this moment to any acquaintance, if such had happened to see him!
“How—how—how—oh! how wicked you are!” said Liza, fighting with suppressed tears, and flashing her fine angry eyes at him.
“But Liza—I——”
“You are bad—bad—and wicked!” cried Liza. She wrung her hands.
Velchaninoff was beside himself.
“Oh, Liza, Liza! if only you knew what despair you are causing me!” he said.
“Is it true that he is coming down to-morrow?” asked the child haughtily—“is it true or not?”