"I did not think I should be here to see you; not that I have made up my mind to die yet a while--I shall last another ten years, I daresay: all we Pestovs live long; your late grandfather used to say we had two lives; but you see there was no telling how much longer you were going to dangle about abroad.

Well, you're a fine lad, a fine lad; can you lift twenty stone with one hand as you used to do, eh?
Your late pap was fantastical in some things, if I may say so; but he did well in having that Swiss to bring you up; do you remember you used to fight with your fists with him ?--gymnastics, wasn't it they called it?
But there, why I am gabbling away like this; I have only been hindering Mr.PanSHIN (she never pronounced his name PANshin as was correct) from holding forth.
Besides, we'd better go and have tea; yes, let's go on to the terrace, my boy, and drink it there; we have some real cream, not like what you get in your Londons and Parises.

Come along, come along, and you, Fedusha, give me your arm.

Oh! but what an arm it is! Upon my word, no fear of my stumbling with you!" Every one got up and went out on to the terrace, except Gedeonovsky, who quietly took his departure.

During the whole of Lavretsky's conversation with Marya Dmitrievna, Panshin, and Marfa Timofyevna, he sat in a corner, blinking attentively, with an open mouth of childish curiosity; now he was in haste to spread the news of the new arrival through the town.
At eleven o'clock on the evening of the same day, this is what was happening in Madame Kalitin's house.