But if I were to mention those two names, for instance, to her, she'd stir up such a hubbub....

You know, she would like to astonish Petersburg.

No, she's too hot-headed, she really is." "Yes, she has something of that _fougue,_" Andrey Antonovitch muttered with some satisfaction, though at the same time he resented this unmannerly fellow's daring to express himself rather freely about Yulia Mihailovna.

But Pyotr Stepanovitch probably imagined that he had not gone far enough and that he must exert himself further to flatter Lembke and make a complete conquest of him.
"_Fougue_ is just it," he assented.

"She may be a woman of genius, a literary woman, but she would scare our sparrows.