itself. He had received five marks-the maximum! The next day, he sped on

his way with the same good wishes and the same anxiety for his success,

and was welcomed home with the same eagerness and joy.

This lasted for nine days. On the tenth day there was to be the last and

most difficult examination of all--the one in divinity.

We all stood at the window, and watched for him with greater impatience

than ever. Two o'clock, and yet no Woloda.

'Here they come, Papa! Here they come!' suddenly screamed Lubotshka as

she peered through the window.

Sure enough the phaeton was driving up with St. Jerome and Woloda--the

latter no longer in his grey cap and blue frockcoat, but in the uniform

of a student of the University, with its embroidered blue collar,

three-cornered hat, and gilded sword.

'Ah! If only SHE had been alive now!' exclaimed Grandmamma on seeing

Woloda in this dress, and swooned away.

Woloda enters the anteroom with a beaming face, and embraces myself,

Lubotshka, Mimi, and Katenka--the latter blushing to her ears. He hardly

knows himself for joy. And how smart he looks in that uniform! How well

the blue collar suits his budding, dark moustache! What a tall, elegant

figure is his, and what a distinguished walk!

On that memorable day we all lunched together in Grandmamma's room.

Every face expressed delight, and with the dessert which followed the

meal the servants, with grave but gratified faces, brought in bottles of

champagne.

Grandmamma, for the first time since Mamma's death, drank a full glass

of the wine to Woloda's health, and wept for joy as she looked at him.

Henceforth Woloda drove his own turn-out, invited his own friends,

smoked, and went to balls. On one occasion, I even saw him sharing a

couple of bottles of champagne with some guests in his room, and the

whole company drinking a toast, with each glass, to some mysterious

being, and then quarrelling as to who should have the bottom of the

bottle!

Nevertheless he always lunched at home, and after the meal would stretch

himself on a sofa and talk confidentially to Katenka: yet from what I

overheard (while pretending, of course, to pay no attention) I gathered

that they were only talking of the heroes and heroines of novels which

they had read, or else of jealousy and love, and so on. Never could I

understand what they found so attractive in these conversations, nor why

they smiled so happily and discussed things with such animation.

Altogether I could see that, in addition to the friendship natural to

persons who had been companions from childhood, there existed between

Woloda and Katenka a relation which differentiated them from us, and

united them mysteriously to one another.

XXI. KATENKA AND LUBOTSHKA

Katenka was now sixteen years old--quite a grown-up girl; and although

at that age the angular figures, the bashfulness, and the gaucherie

peculiar to girls passing from childhood to youth usually replace the

comely freshness and graceful, half-developed bloom of childhood, she

had in no way altered. Still the blue eyes with their merry glance were

hers, the well-shaped nose with firm nostrils and almost forming a line

with the forehead, the little mouth with its charming smile, the dimples

in the rosy cheeks, and the small white hands. To her, the epithet of

'girl,' pure and simple, was pre-eminently applicable, for in her the

only new features were a new and 'young-lady-like' arrangement of her

thick flaxen hair and a youthful bosom--the latter an addition which at

once caused her great joy and made her very bashful.

Although Lubotshka and she had grown up together and received the same

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