'And you?'
'I'm a friend of his.'
'Really?'
'Your turn, your turn,' was shrieked at them from all sides. They started and began galloping again right across the room.
'Well, I congratulate you,' Kister said to Lutchkov, going up to him after the dance; 'the daughter of the house does nothing but ask questions about you.'
'Really?' Lutchkov responded scornfully.
'On my honour! And you know she's extremely nice-looking; only look at her.'
'Which of them is she?'
Kister pointed out Masha.
'Ah, not bad.' And Lutchkov yawned.