never marry him, I tell you! Never! I can't understand how he could presume. . . . Only you must give him back his disgusting present or else what shall I do? I particularly, particularly want him to have it back to-day, the same day, so that his hopes may be crushed, and if he sneaks about it to papa he shall see what he gets by it."
And from behind the bushes there suddenly emerged the young man in the blue spectacles. "It's your duty to return the bracelet," he blurted out furiously, pouncing on Velchaninov. "If only from respect for the rights of women, that is—if you are capable of rising to the full significance of the question."
But before he had time to finish Nadya tugged at his sleeve with ail her might, and drew him away from Velchaninov.
"My goodness, how silly you are, Predposylov! she cried. "Go away, go away, go away, and don't dare to listen; I told you to stand a long way off . . . !" She stamped her little foot at him, and when he had crept back into the bushes she still walked up and down across the path, with her eyes flashing and her arms folded before her, as though she were beside herself with anger.
"You wouldn’t believe how silly they are!" She stopped suddenly before Velchaninov. "It amuses you, but think what it means to me."
"That's not he, it's not he, is it?" laughed Velchaninov.
"Of course it isn't, and how could you imagine it!" cried Nadya, smiling and blushing. "That's only his friend. But I can't understand the friends he chooses; they all say that he's a 'future leader,' but I don’t understand it. . . . Alexey Ivanovitch, I've no one I can appeal to; I ask you for the last time, will you give it back?"
"Oh, very well, I will; give it me."
"Ah, you are kind, you are good!" she cried, delighted, handing him the case. "I'll sing to you the whole evening for that, for I sing beautifully, do you know. I told you a fib when I said I didn't like music. Oh, you must come again—once at any rate; how glad I should be. I would tell you everything, everything, everything, and a great deal more besides, because you're so kind—as kind, as kind, as—as Katya!"
And when they went in to tea she did sing him two songs, in an utterly untrained and hardly mature, but pleasant and powerful voice. When they came in from the garden Pavel Pavlovitch
