"I like cleanliness," said Ilya. He felt oppressively hot, and his head was in a whirl with the perfume.
"You like cleanliness?—that's very nice. Are you a good hand at guessing?"
"I don't understand."
"Can't you guess that you're in the way here, eh;" and she looked right through him with her blue eyes.
"Oh! of course. I'll go," said Ilya confused.
"Wait a minute! Vyera, may I take this youngster away?"
"Of course, if he wants to go," answered Vyera, laughing.
"But where?" asked Ilya, in great excitement.
"Oh! go along you silly fellow!" cried Pashka.
Ilya stood there dazed and laughed vaguely, but the beautiful lady took his hand and led him out, saying in her quiet way: "You're not tamed yet, and I'm capricious and obstinate. If I made up my mind to put out the sun, I'd climb on the roof and blow at it till I'd used my last breath. Now you know what I'm like."