"Don't mind what we say—it's only our spitefulness!"
Liudmilla began to cry again, and pressing against Darya's shoulder, said sadly:
"I know there's nothing for me to hope for from him but if he would only caress me a little!"
"What's the matter?" said Darya as she walked away from Liudmilla; she put her hands on her hips and sang loudly:
"Last night I left my darling ..."
Valeria broke into a clear, fragile laugh. And Liudmilla's eyes looked gay and mischievous again. She walked into her room impetuously and sprinkled herself with Korylopsis—the sweet, piquant, odour seized upon her seductively. She walked out into the street, in her best clothes, feeling distraught; and an indiscreet attractiveness was wafted from her. "Perhaps I shall meet him," she thought.
She did meet him.
"Well, you're a nice one," she exclaimed reproachfully and yet happily.
Sasha felt both confused and glad.
"I had no time," he said. "There are too many lessons to do. Really I had no time."