The first time he came to see us was in the evening, when we were not expecting him at all. We were sitting on the terrace, preparing to take tea. The garden was in full verdure, and at Pokrovski nightingales had their homes on all sides in the thick shrubbery. Here and there, large clumps of lilacs raised their heads, enamelled with the white or pale purple of their opening flowers. The leaves in the birch alleys seemed transparent in the rays of the setting sun. The terrace lay in refreshing shade, and the light evening dew was gathering upon the grass. In the court-yard behind the garden were heard the sounds of closing day, and the lowing of cows returning to their stable; poor half-witted Nikone came along the path at the foot of the terrace with his huge watering-pot, and soon the torrents of cool water traced in darkening circles over the newly-dug earth of the dahlia beds. Beside us on the terrace, the shining samovar hissed and sputtered on the white cloth, flanked by cream, pancakes, and sweetmeats. Macha, with her plump hands, was dipping the cups in hot water like a good housekeeper. As to me, with an appetite sharpened by my late bath, I could not wait for tea, but was eating a crust of bread soaked in fresh, rich cream. I had on a linen blouse with loose sleeves, and my damp hair was bound in a handkerchief. Macha was the first to perceive him. "Ah! Sergius Mikaïlovitch!" she cried; "we were just talking about you." I rose to run in and change my dress; but he met me as I reached the door. "Come, Katia, no ceremony in the country," said he, smiling, and looking at my head and my handkerchief, "you have no scruples before Gregory,--I can be Gregory to you." But at the same time it darted into my mind that he was not looking at me precisely as Gregory would have done, and this embarrassed me. "I will be back directly," I replied, drawing away from him. "What is wrong about it?" he exclaimed, following me, "one might take you for a little peasant girl!" "How strangely he looked at me," I thought, as I hastened up-stairs to dress myself. "At last, thank Heaven, here he is, and we shall be gayer!" And with a parting glance at the mirror I flew down again, not even trying to conceal my eager delight, and reached the terrace, out of breath. He was sitting near the table, talking to Macha about our business matters. Noticing me, he gave me a smile, and went on talking. Our affairs, he said, were in very satisfactory condition. We had nothing to do but to finish our country summer, and then we could go, either to St. Petersburg for Sonia's education, or abroad. "That would be very well, if you would come abroad with us," said Macha, "but by ourselves we should be like people lost in the woods." "Ah! would to Heaven I could go around the world with you," was the half-jesting, half-serious answer. "Well and good," said I, "let us go around the world then!" He smiled and shook his head.