‘What did I say? I told her: You’re a silly girl—I told her—as if folks like that are coming to see you! No, you come yourself, I told her.’
‘Well, and what did she say?’
‘What did she say? ... She said nothing.’
‘That is, how do you mean, nothing?’
‘Why, nothing, to be sure.’
Pyetushkov said nothing for a little while.
‘Well, and is she coming?’
Onisim shook his head.
‘She coming! You’re in too great a hurry, sir. She coming, indeed! No, you go too fast.’ ...
‘But you said yourself that ...’