"Well?"
He looked at her, and turned away immediately.
"It was I who made you quarrel on purpose with Jakoff.... You might have both lived here without quarrelling," she said, in a voice that was even and unmoved.
There was not a shade of regret in her words.
"Why did you do that?" Vassili asked, after a moment's silence.
"I don't know ... for no reason."
She shrugged her shoulders and smiled.
"That's a nice thing you have done," he said irritably.
She was silent.
"You will make me lose my boy, lose him altogether; you sorceress! Have you no fear of God? Are you not ashamed?... What are you going to do?"