First Love by Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev Chapter 20 Page 4

this, my good man, your folks are off in such a hurry?’ she observed, thrusting snuff into her nose. I looked at her, and a load was taken off my heart. The word ‘loan’, dropped by Philip, had been torturing me. She had no suspicion � at least I thought so then. Zina�da came in from the next room, pale, and dressed in black, with her hair hanging loose; she took me by the hand without a word, and drew me away with her.

‘I heard your voice,’ she began, ‘and came out at once. Is it so easy for you to leave us, bad boy?’

‘I have come to say good-bye to you, princess,’ I answered, ‘probably for ever. You have heard, perhaps, we are going away.’

Zina�da looked intently at me.