unabashed.

Even when he had taken his seat in the carriage, to which his flat,
yellow, strangely light trunk was carried, he still talked; muffled in a
kind of Spanish cloak with a collar, brown with age, and a clasp of two
lion's paws; he went on developing his views on the destiny of Russian,
and waving his swarthy hand in the air, as though he were sowing the
seeds of her future prosperity. The horses started at last.

"Remember my three last words," he cried, thrusting his whole body out
of the carriage and balancing so, "Religion, progress, humanity!...
Farewell."

His head, with a foraging cap pulled down over his eyes, disappeared.
Lavretsky was left standing alone on the steps, and he gazed steadily
into the distance along the road till the carriage disappeared out of
sight. "Perhaps he is right, after all," he thought as he went back into
the house; "perhaps I am a loafer." Many of Mihalevitch's words had sunk
irresistibly into his heart, though he had disputed and disagreed with
him. If a man only has a good heart, no one can resist him.

Chapter XXVI

Two days later, Marya Dmitrievna visited Vassilyevskoe according to her
promise, with all her young people. The little girls ran at once into
the garden, while Marya Dmitrievna languidly walked through the rooms
and languidly admired everything. She regarded her visit to Lavretsky as
a sign of great condescension, almost as a deed of charity. She smiled
graciously when Anton and Apraxya kissed her hand in the old-fashioned
house-servants' style; and in a weak voice, speaking through her nose,
asked for some tea. To the great vexation of Anton, who had put on
knitted white gloves for the purpose, tea was not handed to the grand
lady visitor by him, but by Lavretsky's hired valet, who in the old
man's words, had not a notion of what was proper. To make up for this,
Anton resumed his rights at dinner: he took up a firm position behind
Marya Dmitrievna's chair; and he would not surrender his post to any
one. The appearance of guests after so long an interval at Vassilyevskoe
fluttered and delighted the old man. It was a pleasure to him to see
that his master was acquainted with such fine gentlefolk. He was not,
however, the only one who was fluttered that day; Lemm, too, was in
agitation. He had put on a rather short snuff-coloured coat with a
swallow-tail, and tied his neck handkerchief stiffly, and he kept
incessantly coughing and making way for peopl