"Lipotchka . . . it really is M. Velchaninov," Pavel Pavlovitch was beginning, but he broke off abashed.
His wife turned crimson and flashed an angry look at him, probably for the "Lipotchka."
"And, only fancy, he never let me know he was married, and never invited me to the wedding, but you, Olimpiada . . ."
"Semyonovna," Pavel Pavlovitch prompted.
"Semyonovna," the Uhlan, who had dropped asleep, echoed suddenly.
"You must forgive him, Olimpiada Semyonovna, for my sake, in honour of our meeting . . . he's a good husband."
"And Velchaninov gave Pavel Pavlovitch a friendly slap on the shoulder.
"I was . . . I was only away for a minute, my love," Pavel Pavlovitch was beginning to say.
"And left your wife to be insulted," Lipotchka put in at once. "When you're wanted there's no finding you, when you're not wanted you're always at hand . . ."
"Where you're not wanted, where you're not wanted, where you're not wanted . . ." the Uhlan chimed in.
Lipotchka was almost breathless with excitement; she knew it was not seemly before Velchaninov, and flushed but could not restrain herself.
"Where you shouldn't be you are too attentive, too attentive!" she burst out.
"Under the bed . . . he looks for a lover under the bed—where he shouldn't . . . where he shouldn't " muttered Mitenka, suddenly growing extremely excited.
But there was no doing anything with Mitenka by now. all ended pleasantly, however, and they got upon quite friendly terms. Pavel Pavlovitch was sent to fetch coffee and soup. Olimpiada Semyonovna explained to Velchaninov that they were on their way from O———, where her husband had a post in the service, to spend two months at their country place, that it was not far off, only thirty miles from that station, that they had a lovely house and garden there, that they always had the house full of visitors, that they had neighbours too, and if Alexey Ivanovitch would be so good as to come and stay with them "in their rustic solitude" she would welcome him "as their guardian angel," for she could not recall without horror what would have happened, if . . . and so on, and so on—in fact, he was "her guardian angel . . ."
