"I went out because,—you see very well that I don't go out now," added she in a tender tone; "but this morning you were angry."
"I was angry?"
"Yes!"
"Come now, why should I have been?"
"I don't know; but you were angry, and went away in the same mood. I was very sorry to see you go away so, and I am glad to see you come back."
"And I am very glad to be back," I answered.
Annouchka shrugged her shoulders, as children do when they are pleased. "Oh! I know it," she replied. "I used to know by the way in which my father coughed whether he was pleased with me or not."
It was the first time that she had spoken of her father; it surprised me.
"You loved your father very much?" I asked her; and suddenly, to my great disgust, I felt that I blushed.
She did not answer, and blushed also.