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‘You little fool,’ she said, ‘silly little thing!’
she repeated tenderly. At last she could not help
bursting out into loud laughter:
‘Oh, I never heard such a thing before! You
go and fall in love with a man three times as old
as yourself!’
These words, this laughter, awakened a mad
hope in Tania.
‘Then you don’t love him?’ she asked,
whispering in breathless emotion.
Aniuta kept thinking for some moments.
‘You see,’ she began, evidently somewhat
embarrassed, ‘of course, I like him very much,
and admire him exceedingly. He is as clever
as original, such a genius! But—how shall I
explain—I don’t really love him in such a way;
I mean not so that I should like to marry him!’
she burst out at last.
What a load fell from Tania’s heart! How
bright she felt at once! She clasped her sister’s
neck and kissed her fondly. Aniuta continued
talking.
‘Do you know I am quite surprised myself
that I don’t love him. He is so good, so amiable!
At first I really thought I should care for him.
But I am not the kind of wife he wants. The
woman who marries him must give herself up
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