A Lear of the Steppes, etc.

by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev

‘Home, I think,’ I answered.

‘I suppose it will soon be time for supper,’ he rejoined. ‘You read splendidly,’ he added, after a short pause.

‘Vera Nikolaevna liked Faust, I think,’ said I.

‘No doubt of it!’ cried Priemkov.

‘Oh, of course!’ chimed in Schimmel.

We went into the house.

‘Where’s your mistress?’ Priemkov inquired of a maid who happened to meet us.

‘She has gone to her bedroom.’

Priemkov went off to her bedroom.