"Come," said Tanya, and tried to laugh again, but the laugh would
not come, and patches of colour came into her face.

She began breathing quickly and walked very quickly, but not to the
house, but further into the park.

"I was not thinking of it . . . I was not thinking of it," she said,
wringing her hands in despair.

And Kovrin followed her and went on talking, with the same radiant,
enthusiastic face:

"I want a love that will dominate me altogether; and that love only
you, Tanya, can give me. I am happy! I am happy!"

She was overwhelmed, and huddling and shrinking together, seemed
ten years older all at once, while he thought her beautiful and
expressed his rapture aloud:

"How lovely she is!"

VI

Learning from Kovrin that not only a romance had been got up, but
that there would even be a wedding, Yegor Semyonitch spent a long
time in pacing from one corner of the room to the other, trying to
conceal his agitation. His hands began trembling, his neck swelled
and turned purple, he ordered his racing droshky and drove off
somewhere. Tanya, seeing how he lashed the horse, and seeing how
he pulled his cap over his ears, understood what he was feeling,