I told him my godfather gave it to me.
"Nastasa?"
"Yes, Nastasa Nastasaitch."
David set the watch down on the table and walked off without a word.
"You don't like it?" I asked.
"No: that's not it; but in your place I would not have taken any present from Nastasa."
"Why not?"
"Because he is a contemptible creature, and I would not be under any obligations to him, or have to thank him for anything if I could help it. You kissed his hand, I suppose?"
"Yes: my aunt made me."
David smiled with a singular expression. That was his way. He never laughed aloud: he considered it a sign of weakness. David's words and his quiet smile pained me much. "He is blaming me in his heart," I thought. "In his eyes I am contemptible. He would never have lowered himself in that way: he would never accept a present from Nastasa. But what shall I do now?"