is clothes when he tried to put his legs through.
His hands were shaking, and his under jaw jumped so that the lower
teeth knocked against the upper; while Jennka was speaking with bowed
head:

"Listen, Kolya, it's your good fortune that you've run across an honest
woman; another wouldn't have spared you. Do you hear that? We, whom you
deprive of innocence and then drive out of your home, while later you
pay us two roubles a visit, we always--do you understand?"--she
suddenly raised her head--"we always hate you and never have any pity
for you!"

The half-clad Kolya suddenly dropped his dressing, sat down on the bed
near Jennka and, covering his face with his palms, burst into tears;
sincerely, altogether like a child...

"Lord, Lord," he whispered, "why this is the truth! ... What a vile
thing this really is! ... We, also, we had this happen: we had a
chambermaid, Niusha...a chambermaid... they also called her signorita
Anita...a pretty little girl...and my brother lived with her...my elder
brother...an officer...and when he went away, she proved pregnant and
mother drove her out...well, yes--drove her out...threw her out of the
house, like a floor mop...Where is she now? And father...father...he
also with a cham...chambermaid."

And the half-naked Jennka, this Jennka, the atheist, swearer, and
brawler, suddenly got up from the bed, stood before the cadet, and
slowly, almost solemnly, made the sign of the cross over him.

"And may God preserve you my boy!" she said with an expression of deep
tenderness and gratitude.

And at once she ran to the door, opened it and called out:
"Housekeeper!"

"Tell you what, housekeeper dear," Jennka directed, "go and find out,
please, which one of them is free--Tamara or Little White Manka. And
the one that's free send here."

Kolya growled out something in the back, but Jennka purposely did not
listen to him.

"And please make it as quick as possible, housekeeper dear, won't you
be so kind?"

"Right away, right away, miss."

"Why, why do you do this, Jennie?" asked Gladishev with anguish. "Well,
what's that for? ...Is it possible that you want to tell about it? ..."

"Wait awhile, that's not your business...Wait a while, I won't do
anything unpleasant for you."

After a minute Little White Manka came in her brown, smooth,
deliberately modest dress of a high school girl.

"What did you call me for, Jennie? Or have you quarreled?"

"No, we haven't quarreled, Mannech