But to my thinking that's only fine talk.

I can't stand the school you're always talking about." "You've come in rather a bad temper, I'm afraid; how are your legs?
Here they're bringing you some coffee, please have some, drink it and don't be cross." "Varvara Petrovna, you treat me as though I were a child.

I won't have any coffee, so there!" And she pettishly waved away the footman who was bringing her coffee.
(All the others refused coffee too except Mavriky Nikolaevitch and me.
Stepan Trofimovitch took it, but put it aside on the table.

Though Marya Timofyevna was very eager to have another cup and even put out her hand to take it, on second thoughts she refused it ceremoniously, and was obviously pleased with herself for doing so.) Varvara Petrovna gave a wry smile.
"I'll tell you what it is, Praskovya Ivanovna, my friend, you must have taken some fancy into your head again, and that's why you've come.
You've simply lived on fancies all your life.

You flew into a fury at the mere mention of our school; but do you remember how you came and persuaded all the class that a hussar called Shablykin had proposed to you, and how Mme.