Lavretsky.

"Monsier Panshin . . . Sergei Petrovitch Gedeonovsky . . . Please sit
down. When I look at you, I can hardly believe my eyes. How are you?"

"As you see, I"m flourishing. And you, too, cousin--no ill-luck to
you!--have grown no thinner in eight years."

"To think how long it is since we met!" observed Marya Dmitrievna
dreamily. "Where have you come from now? Where did you leave . . . that
is, I meant to say," she put in hastily, "I meant to say, are you going
to be with us for long?"

"I have come now from Berlin," replied Lavretsky, "and to-morrow I shall
go into the country--probably for a long time."

"You will live at Lavriky, I suppose?"

"No, not at Lavriky; I have a little place twenty miles from here: I am
going there."

"Is that the little estate that came to you from Glafira Petrovna?"

"Yes."

"Really, Fedor Ivanitch! You have such a magnificent house at Lavriky."

Lavretsky knitted his brows a little.

"Yes . . . but there's a small lodge in this little property, and I need