but there's a small lodge in this little property, and I need nothing more for a time.

That place is the most convenient for me now." Marya Dmitrievna was again thrown into such a state of agitation that she became quite stiff, and her hands hung lifeless by her sides.
Panshin came to her support by entering into conversation with Lavretsky.

Marya Dmitrievna regained her composure, she leaned back in her arm-chair and now and then put in a word.

But she looked all the while with such sympathy at her guest, sighed so significantly, and shook her head so dejectedly, that the latter at last lost patience and asked her rather sharply if she was unwell.
"Thank God, no," replied Marya Dmitrievna; "why do you ask ?" "Oh, I fancied you didn't seem to be quite yourself." Marya Dmitrievna assumed a dignified and somewhat offended air.

"If that's how the land lies," she thought, "it's absolutely no matter to me; I see, my good fellow, it's all like water on a duck's back for you; any other man would have wasted away with grief, but you've grown fat on it." Marya Dmitrievna did not mince matters in her own mind; she expressed herself with more elegance aloud.
Lavretsky certainly did not look like the victim of fate.