"Yes; I am going to make over that property to her."
"Has she asked you for money?"
"Not yet."
"Well, that request won't be long in coming. But—I haven't looked at you till now—are you well?"
"Quite well."
"Shurochka!" suddenly exclaimed the old lady. "Go and tell Lizaveta
Mikhailovna—that is—no—ask her—Is she down-stairs?"
"Yes."
"Well, yes. Ask her where she has put my book She will know all about it."
"Very good."
The old lady commenced bustling about again, and began to open the drawers in her commode. Lavretsky remained quietly sitting on his chair.