Lizavéta Prókhorovna maintained silence for a while.
"Really, this is strange,"—she began again; "what are you saying? But how much would you give?"—she added.—"That is to say, I am not asking for myself, but for Akím."
"Why, with all the buildings and, ma'am, dependencies, ma'am ... well ... and, of course, with the land attached to the inn, we would give two thousand rubles, ma'am."
"Two thousand rubles! That 's very little,"—replied Lizavéta Prókhorovna.
"That 's the proper price, ma'am."
"But, have you talked it over with Akím?"
"Why should we talk with him, ma'am? The inn is yours, so we have thought best to discuss it with you, ma'am."
"But I have already told you .... really, this is astonishing! How is it that you do not understand me?"
"Why don't we understand, ma'am? We do."