But Ustenka kept on, ‘I say! But I wanted to tell you such a thing.’
Maryanka raised herself on her elbow and arranged the kerchief which had slipped off.
‘Well, what is it?’
‘I know something about your lodger!’
‘There’s nothing to know,’ said Maryanka.
‘Oh, you rogue of a girl!’ said Ustenka, nudging her with her elbow and laughing. ‘Won’t tell anything. Does he come to you?
‘He does. What of that?’ said Maryanka with a sudden blush.
‘Now I’m a simple lass. I tell everybody. Why should I pretend?’