"That lies beside the point," he muttered. "The point is that I cannot understand why you settle in a rural spot of this kind."
"You cannot understand it, you cannot explain it?"
"No. There is only one possible explanation: and that is that you remain here because you are a person of self-indulgence who love comfort and the amenities of life, and are indifferent to aught else."
Again Madame Odintsov smiled.
"Then you are still determined to believe that I am incapable of being moved?" she said.
Bazarov glanced at her from under his brows.
"By curiosity, yes," he said. "But by nothing else."
"Indeed? Then I cease to wonder that you and I do not get on together. You are exactly like myself."
"That you and I do not get on together?" echoed Bazarov vaguely.
"Yes. But I had forgotten—you must be longing to retire?"