And Marta repeated after her the same words, but with less decision.
Peredonov glanced incredulously at Marta and said:
"What do you mean—you don't want them? Have another."
He took a single caramel for himself from the handful and laid the others before Marta. She smiled without speaking and bent her head a little.
"Little idiot!" thought Peredonov, "she doesn't even know how to thank one properly."
He did not know what to converse about with Marta. She had no interest for him, like all objects and people with which he had no well-defined relations, either pleasant or unpleasant.
The rest of the beer was poured into Peredonov's glass. Vershina glanced at Marta.
"I'll get it," said Marta.
She always guessed what Vershina wanted without being told.
"Send Vladya—he's in the garden," suggested Vershina.