First Love by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev Chapter 16 Page 10

‘I have never given your excellency the right to be rude, and therefore I will ask you to leave us.’ She pointed to the door.

‘Upon my word, princess,’ muttered Malevsky, and he turned quite pale.

‘The princess is right,’ cried Byelovzorov, and he too rose.

‘Good God, I’d not the least idea,’ Malevsky went on, ‘in my words there was nothing, I think, that could � I had no notion of offending you� . Forgive me.’

Zina�da looked him up and down coldly, and coldly smiled. ‘Stay, then, certainly,’ she pronounced with a careless gesture of her arm.

‘M’sieu Voldemar and I were needlessly incensed. It is your pleasure to sting � may it do you good.’