"Let me have a look at you," she said, holding his face off at arm's length.

"Ah! what a splendid fellow you are! You've grown older a little, but not a bit changed for the worse, upon my word! But why are you kissing my hands--kiss my face if you're not afraid of my wrinkled cheeks.

You never asked after me--whether your aunt was alive--I warrant: and you were in my arms as soon as you were born, you great rascal! Well, that is nothing to you, I suppose; why should you remember me?
But it was a good idea of yours to come back.

And pray," she added, turning to Marya Dmitrievna, "have you offered him something to eat ?" "I don't want anything," Lavretsky hastened to declare.
"Come, you must at least have some tea, my dear.

Lord have mercy on us! He has come from I don't know where, and they don't even give him a cup of tea! Lisa, run and stir them up, and make haste.