"LUBAVKA!" said Mayakin one day when he came home from the Exchange, "prepare yourself for this evening.

I am going to bring you a bridegroom! Prepare a nice hearty little lunch for us.

Put out on the table as much of our old silverware as possible, also bring out the fruit-vases, so that he is impressed by our table! Let him see that each and everything we have is a rarity!" Lubov was sitting by the window darning her father's socks, and her head was bent low over her work.
"What is all this for, papa ?" she asked, dissatisfied and offended.
"Why, for sauce, for flavour.

And then, it's in due order.

For a girl is not a horse; you can't dispose of her without the harness." All aflush with offence, Lubov tossed her head nervously, and flinging her work aside, cast a glance at her father; and, taking up the socks again, she bent her head still lower over them.