‘Why, are you vain?’
He was confused and made a vague gesture with his hands.
‘You excite my curiosity,’ pursued Elena. ‘But tell me, has he not taken vengeance on that Turkish aga?’
Bersenyev smiled
‘Revenge is only to be found in novels, Elena Nikolaevna; and, besides, in twelve years that aga may well be dead.’
‘Mr. Insarov has never said anything, though, to you about it?’
‘No, never.’
‘Why did he go to Sophia?’
‘His father used to live there.’
Elena grew thoughtful.