Arkady, he said, with some show of embarrassment it seemed, 'Odintsova is here!'
Arkady looked round, and saw a tall woman in a black dress standing at the door of the room. He was struck by the dignity of her carriage. Her bare arms lay gracefully beside her slender waist; gracefully some light sprays of fuchsia drooped from her shining hair on to her sloping shoulders; her clear eyes looked out from under a rather overhanging white brow, with a tranquil and intelligent expression—tranquil it was precisely, not pensive—and on her lips was a scarcely perceptible smile. There was a kind of gracious and gentle force about her face.
'Do you know her?' Arkady asked Sitnikov.
'Intimately. Would you like me to introduce you?'
'Please ... after this quadrille.'
Bazarov's attention, too, was directed to Madame Odintsov.
'That's a striking figure,' he remarked. 'Not like the other females.'
After waiting till the end of the quadrille, Sitnikov led Arkady up to Madame Odintsov; but he hardly seemed to be intimately acquainted with her; he was embarrassed in his sentences, while she looked at him in some surprise. But her face assumed an expression of pleasure
