Lunev shuddered. It all seemed to him horrible and ridiculous.
"Tchik! tchik!" cried Avtonomov as he kissed his wife, and she laughed. As soon as she had shut the door behind him, she danced into Ilya's room, and cried:
"Kiss me quick—I've no time."
"You've just kissed your husband," said Ilya moodily.
"Wha—at? Eh? Aha! He's jealous!" she cried, delighted, then sprang up and drew the window curtain.
"Jealous!" she said. "That's so nice! Jealous men are always passionate lovers."
"I didn't say it out of jealousy."
"Don't talk!" she commanded, and put her hand on his lips. Then, when she had been kissed enough, she looked at Ilya, with a smile, and could not keep from saying:
"Well, you're a bold fellow—a downright daredevil—to carry on like this under the husband's nose."
Her greenish eyes sparkled impudently, and she cried: