RUDIN
which Mlle. Boncourt did not suspect; she knew all Pushkin by heart.
Natalya flushed slightly at meeting Rudin.
‘Are you going for a walk?’ he asked her.
‘Yes. We are going into the garden.’
‘May I come with you?’
Natalya looked at Mlle. Boncourt
‘Mais certainement, monsieur; avec plaisir,’ said the old lady promptly.
Rudin took his hat and walked with them.
Natalya at first felt some awkwardness in walking side by side with Rudin on the same little path; afterwards she felt more at ease. He began to question her about her occupations and how she liked the country. She replied not without timidity, but without that hasty bashfulness which is so often taken for modesty. Her heart was beating.
‘You are not bored in the country?’ asked Rudin, taking her in with a sidelong glance.
‘How can one be bored in the country? I am very glad we are here. I am very happy here.’
‘You are happy—that is a great word. However, one can understood it; you are young.’
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