First Love by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev Chapter 16 Page 11

‘Forgive me,’ Malevsky repeated once more; while I, my thoughts dwelling on Zina�da’s gesture, said to myself again that no real queen could with greater dignity have shown a presumptuous subject to the door.

The game of forfeits went on for a short time after this little scene; every one felt rather ill at ease, not so much on account of this scene, as from another, not quite definite, but oppressive feeling. No one spoke of it, but every one was conscious of it in himself and in his neighbour. Meidanov read us his verses; and Malevsky praised them with exaggerated warmth. ‘He wants to show how good he is now,’ Lushin whispered to me. We soon broke up. A mood of reverie seemed to have come upon Zina�da; the old princess sent word that she had a headache; Nirmatsky began to complain of his rheumatism� .