'Otherwise it's impossible, Andrei Petrovitch.'

'Well, as you like; but what an obstinate fellow you are!'

Insarov again made no reply.

The young men made arrangements as to the day on which Insarov was to
move. They called the landlord; at first he sent his daughter, a
little girl of seven, with a large striped kerchief on her head; she
listened attentively, almost with awe, to all Insarov said to her, and
went away without speaking; after her, her mother, a woman far gone
with child, made her appearance, also wearing a kerchief on her head,
but a very diminutive one. Insarov informed her that he was going to
stay at a cottage near Kuntsovo, but should keep on his lodging and
leave all his things in their keeping; the tailor's wife too seemed
scared and went away. At last the man himself came in: he seemed to
understand everything from the first, and only said gloomily: 'Near
Kuntsovo?' then all at once he opened the door and shouted: 'Are you
going to keep the lodgings then?' Insarov reassured him. 'Well, one
must know,' repeated the tailor morosely, as he disappeared.

Bersenyev returned home, well content with the success of his
proposal. Insarov escorted him to the door with cordial good manners,
not common in Russia; and, when he was left alone, carefully took off
his coat, and set to work upon sorting his papers.