“Of course you will spend the summer with us,” said Paulina Karpovna. “Here is nature, and fine air, and so many people are interested in you.”
He looked at her askance, and said nothing.
“Do you remember me?” she asked. Boris’s aunt noticed with displeasure that Paulina Karpovna was ogling her nephew.
“No, I must confess I forgot.”
“Yes, impressions are quickly forgotten in the capital,” she said in a languishing tone. She looked him up and down and then added, “What an admirable travelling suit.”
“That reminds me I am still in my travelling clothes. Egor must be sent for and must take my clothes and linen out of the trunk. For you, Granny, and for you, my dear sisters, I have brought some small things for remembrance.”
Marfinka grew crimson with pleasure.
“Granny, where are you going to put me up?”
“The house belongs to you. Where you will,” she returned coldly.
“Don’t be angry, Granny,” he laughed. “It won’t happen twice.”