I remember he was dreadfully greedy when he was a little fellow, and he likes good things now, I daresay." "My respects, Marfa Timofyevna," said Panshin, approaching the delighted old lady from one side with a low bow.
"Pardon me, sir," replied Marfa Timofyevna, "for not observing you in my delight.

You have grown like your mother, the poor darling," she went on turning again to Lavretsky, "but your nose was always your father's, and your father's it has remained.

Well, and are you going to be with us for long ?" "I am going to-morrow, aunt." "Where ?" "Home to Vassilyevskoe." "To-morrow ?" "Yes, to-morrow." "Well, if to-morrow it must be.

God bless you--you know best.

Only mind you come and say good-bye to me." The old woman patted his cheek.