"Do you understand that you must go away with me, this minute!" said Pavel Pavlovitch.
"No, I don't understand. . . ."
"Do you remember," Pavel Pavlovitch went on, in his frenzied whisper, "do you remember that you insisted that I should tell you everything, everything openly, 'the very last word . . .' do you remember? Well, the time has come to say that word . . . let us go!"
Velchaninov thought a minute, looked at Pavel Pavlovitch, and agreed to go.
The sudden announcement of their departure upset the parents, and made all the girls horribly indignant.
"At least have another cup of tea," said Madame Zahlebinin plaintively.
"Come, what's upset you?" old Zahlebinin said in a tone of severity and displeasure, addressing Pavel Pavlovitch, who stood simpering and silent.
"Pavel Pavlovitch, why are you taking Alexey Ivanovitch away?" the girls began plaintively, looking at him with exasperation.
Nadya gazed at him so wrathfully that he positively squirmed, but he did not give way.
"You see, Pavel Pavlovitch has reminded me—many thanks to him for it—of a very important engagement which I might, have missed," Velchaninov said, smiling, as he shook hands with Zahlebinin, and bowed to the mamma and the girls, especially distinguishing Katerina Fedosyevna in a manner apparent to all.
"We are very grateful for your visit and shall always be glad to see you," Zahlebinin said ponderously, in conclusion.
"Ah, we shall be so delighted . . ." the mamma chimed in with feeling.
"Come again, Alexey Ivanovitch, come again!" numerous voices were heard calling from the verandah, when he had already got into the carriage with Pavel Pavlovitch; there was perhaps one voice that called more softly than the others, "Come again, dear, dear Alexey Ivanovitch."
"That's the red-haired girl," thought Velchaninov.
