I love you anyway, without all this." She had already told him that she would go with him only as far as Kazan, where she had a married sister.

Foma could not believe that she would leave him, and when, on the eve of their arrival at Kazan, she repeated her words, he became gloomy and began to implore her not to forsake him.
"Do not feel sorry in advance," she said.

"We have a whole night before us.

You will have time to feel sorry when I bid you good-bye, if you will feel sorry at all." But he still tried to persuade her not to forsake him, and, finally--which was to be expected--announced his desire to marry her.
"So, so!" and she began to laugh.

"Shall I marry you while my husband is still alive?
My darling, my queer fellow! You have a desire to marry, eh?
But do they marry such women as I am?
You will have many, many mistresses.