‘Ah!’
Pyetushkov became plunged in meditation.
‘Tell me, please, did you see any one there?’
‘Of course I did.’
‘Whom did you see there, now, for instance?’
‘Why, of course, Vassilissa.’
Ivan Afanasiitch was silent. Onisim cleared the table, and was just going out of the room....
‘Onisim,’ Pyetushkov cried faintly.
‘What is it?’
‘Er ... did she ask after me?’