And actually no one was now visible in the bushes. Elisaveta
persisted:

"But I did see a boy and a girl there. Both were quite white, not at
all brown like the rest of you. They stood ever so quietly and
looked."

The cheery, dark-eyed lad looked attentively at Elisaveta, frowned
slightly, lowered his eyes, reflected, then again eyed the sisters
attentively and sadly, and said:

"In the main building, where Giorgiy Sergeyevitch lives, there are
more of these quiet children. They are never with us. They are quiet
ones. They do not play. They have been ill. It's likely they haven't
improved yet. I don't know. They are kept separately."

The boy said this slowly and thoughtfully, as if he were astonished
because there, in the house of the master, were other children, quiet
ones, who did not join in their play. Suddenly he shook his head
lustily, banishing, as it were, unaccustomed thoughts, then took off
his cap and exclaimed cheerily and with some tenderness:

"A happy journey, darlings! Follow this footpath."

He made an obeisance and ran off. The sisters were quite alone now.
They went on in the direction given them by the boy. A quiet vale
opened up before them, and in the distance a white wall was visible,
which concealed Trirodov's house. They continued their way towards the
house. In front of them, keeping close to the bushes, walked a boy in
a white dress; he appeared to be showing them the way.