'Ah! that... little fat thing?'
'She's a splendid girl, Lutchkov.'
'To be sure, they're all splendid.'
'No, Lutchkov, you don't know her. I have never met such a clever, sweet and sensitive girl.'
Lutchkov began humming through his nose:
'In the Hamburg Gazette,
You've read, I dare say,
How the year before last,
Munich gained the day....'
'But I assure you....'
'You 're in love with her, Fedya,' Lutchkov remarked sarcastically.
'Not at all. I never even thought of it.'
'Fedya, you're in love with her!'