"You've embarrassed my Sashenka," said Kokovkina, looking affectionately at both Liudmilla and Sasha.
Liudmilla, leaning forward with a cat-like movement, stroked Sasha's head. He gave a loud, embarrassed laugh, turned from under her hands and ran into his room.
"My dear, find me a husband," said Liudmilla without any ado.
"Well, you've found a nice matchmaker, I must say!" said Kokovkina with a smile, but it was evident from the expression of her face that she would have undertaken to make a marriage with great enjoyment.
"How are you not a matchmaker and why shouldn't I make a bride?" said Liudmilla. "Surely you wouldn't be ashamed to make a marriage for me."
Liudmilla put her arms on her hips and danced a few steps in front of her hostess.
"Well," said Kokovkina, "what a wood flower you are!"
"You might do it in your spare time," said Liudmilla with a laugh.
"What sort of husband would you like?" asked Kokovkina with amusement.
"Let him be—let him be dark—my dear, he must certainly be dark, very dark, dark as a—well, you have a model here—your student—his eyebrows must be black and his eyes languishing, and his eyelashes must be long—long, blue-black eyelashes—your schoolboy's certainly handsome—really handsome—I'd like one of his sort."