Kapitolina Markovna asked her whether she had not a headache.
Tatyana was at first about to say no, but after a moment’s thought, she said, ‘Yes, a little.’
‘It’s the journey,’ suggested Litvinov, and he positively blushed with shame.
‘Yes, the journey,’ repeated Tatyana, and her eyes again glided over him.
‘You ought to rest, Tanya darling.’
‘Yes, I will go to bed soon, aunt.’
On the table lay a Guide des Voyageurs; Litvinov fell to reading aloud the description of the environs of Baden.
‘Quite so,’ Kapitolina Markovna interrupted, ‘but there’s something we mustn’t forget. I’m told linen is very cheap here, so we must be sure to buy some for the trousseau.’
Tatyana dropped her eyes.