"To-morrow is Sunday. I hope, Pierre, that first of all you will go to mass," said his wife, kneeling in front of a trunk and opening it.
"That is so, it is Sunday! We shall by all means all of us go to the Cathedral of the Assumption. Thus will our return begin. O Lord! When I think of the day when I was for the last time in the Cathedral of the Assumption! Do you remember, Natásha? But that is another matter."
And the head of the family rose quickly from the chair, on which he had just seated himself.
"Now we must settle down!"
And without doing anything, he kept walking from one room to another.
"Well, shall we drink tea? Or are you tired, and do you want to rest?"
"Yes, yes," replied his wife, taking something out from the trunk. "You wanted to go to the bath-house, did you not?"
"Yes—in my day it was near Stone Bridge. Serézha, go and find out whether there is still a bath-house near Stone Bridge. This room here Serézha and I shall occupy. Serézha! Will you be comfortable here?"
But Serézha had gone to find out about the bath-house.