“I thought so, and told Grandmother so, but she won’t listen and will hardly speak even to Tiet Nikonich. He is with her now and Paulina Karpovna too. Go to Grandmother, and it will be all right. Are you afraid. Does your heart beat fast?”
Raisky had to laugh.
“She is very angry. We had prepared so many dishes.”
“We will eat them up for supper.”
“Will you? Grandmother, Grandmother,” she cried happily, “Cousin has come and wants his supper.”
His aunt sat severely there, and did not look up when Raisky entered. Tiet Nikonich embraced him. He received an elegant bow from Paulina Karpovna, an elaborately got-up person of forty-five in a low cut muslin gown, with a fine lace handkerchief and a fan, which she kept constantly in motion although there was no heat.
“What a man you have grown! I should hardly have known you,” said Tiet Nikonich, beaming with kindness and pleasure.
“He has grown very, very handsome,” said Paulina Karpovna Kritzki.
“You have not altered, Tiet Nikonich,” remarked Raisky. “You have hardly aged at all, and are as gay, as fresh, as kind and amiable....”
“Thank God! there is nothing worse than rheumatism the matter with me, and my digestion is no longer quite as good as it was. That is age, age. But how glad I am that you, our guest, have arrived in such good spirits. Tatiana Markovna was anxious about you. You will be staying here for some time?”