FATHERS AND CHILDREN
Nikola! Petrovttch was already devotedly feud
of her. At the end of dinner he got up, and,
his glass in his hand, turned to Pavel Petrovitclt
c You are leaving us , . „ you are leaving us,
dear brother,' he began ; * not for long, to be
sure; but still, I cannot help expressing what I
. . . what we ... how much I . , . how much
we. . . There, the worst of it is, we don't know
how to make speeches. Arkady, you speak.'
* No, daddy, I Ve not prepared anything/
c As though I were so well prepared I Wdl,
brother, I will simply say, let us embrace you,
wish you all good luck, and come back to us as
quick as you can I *
Pavel Petrovitch exchanged kisses with
every one, of course not excluding Mitya; in
Fenitchka's case, he kissed also her hand, which
she had not yet learned to offer properly, and
drinking off the glass which had been filled
again, he said with a deep sigh, * May you be
happy, my friends! Farewell!' This English
finale passed unnoticed; but all were touched.
*To the memory of Bazarov/ Katya
whispered in her husband's ear, as she clinked
glasses with him. Arkady pressed her hand
warmly in response, but* he did not venture te
propose this toast aloud.
The end, would it seem? But perhaps som*
oc* of our readers would care to know what
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