terms, and I'm surprised that so far you ... have not found what you wanted.'
'And do you think it would be easy to give oneself up wholly to anything whatever?'
'Not easy, if you begin reflecting, waiting and attaching value to yourself, prizing yourself, I mean; but to give oneself up without reflection is very easy.'
'How can one help prizing oneself? If I am of no value, who could need my devotion?'
'That's not my affair; that's the other's business to discover what is my value. The chief thing is to be able to devote oneself.'
Madame Odintsov bent forward from the back of her chair. 'You speak,' she began, 'as though you had experienced all that.'
'It happened to come up, Anna Sergyevna; all that, as you know, is not in my line.'
'But you could devote yourself?'
'I don't know. I shouldn't like to boast.'
Madame Odintsov said nothing, and Bazarov was mute. The sounds of the piano floated up to them from the drawing-room.
'How is it Katya is playing so late?' observed Madame Odintsov.
Bazarov got up. 'Yes, it is really late now; it's time for you to go to bed.'
'Wait a little; why are you in a hurry?... I want to say one word to you.'
