there was no wind, that lantern quivered from its own blinking, and
everything seemed to quiver slightly. Yura was about to get up to go
into the arbour and there begin life anew, with an imperceptible
transition from the old, when suddenly he heard voices in the arbour.
His mother and the wrong Yura Mikhailovich, the officer, were
talking. The right Yura grew petrified in his place; his heart stood
still; and his breathing ceased.

Mamma said:

"Stop. You have lost your mind! Somebody may come in here."

Yura Mikhailovich said:

"And you?"

Mamma said:

"I am twenty-six years old to-day. I am old!"

Yura Mikhailovich said:

"He does not know anything. Is it possible that he does not know
anything? He does not even suspect? Listen, does he shake
everybody's hand so firmly?"

Mamma said:

"What a question! Of course he does! That is--no, not everybody."