"I do not see it. Why should you hesitate to express what may be in your soul?"
"Could you do as much?" asked Bazarov.
"I could," came the reply after a brief hesitation.
Bazarov bowed in an ironical manner.
"Then you have the advantage of me," he said.
Her glance quickened into a note of interrogation.
"Very well," she said. "Yet I will venture to say that you and I have not met in vain, and that we shall always remain good friends. Moreover, I feel certain that in time your secretiveness and reserve will disappear."
"Then have you noticed in me much such 'secretiveness and reserve'?"
"I have."
Bazarov rose, and moved towards the window.