But aside from this, a newspaper has another more important aim--that is, to protect the right of the individual and the interests of industry and commerce." "That's just what I say, if the merchant himself will manage the newspaper, then it will be useful." "Excuse me, papa," said Lubov.
She began to feel the need of expressing herself before Smolin; she wanted to assure him that she understood the meaning of his words, that she was not an ordinary merchant-daughter, interested in dresses and balls only.

Smolin pleased her.

This was the first time she had seen a merchant who had lived abroad for a long time, who reasoned so impressively, who bore himself so properly, who was so well dressed, and who spoke to her father, the cleverest man in town, with the condescending tone of an adult towards a minor.
"After the wedding I'll persuade him to take me abroad," thought Lubov, suddenly, and, confused at this thought she forgot what she was about to say to her father.

Blushing deeply, she was silent for a few seconds, seized with fear lest Smolin might interpret this silence in a way unflattering to her.
"On account of your conversation, you have forgotten to offer some wine to our guest," she said at last, after a few seconds of painful silence.
"That's your business.

You are hostess," retorted the old man.
"Oh, don't disturb yourself!" exclaimed Smolin, with animation.