Peredonov was lost in thought. Of course, he concluded at last, he ought to take the youngest. A young woman is always better than an older one. "Bring Valeria here," he said decisively. Routilov went into the house and Peredonov again entered the garden. Liudmilla looked stealthily out of the window, trying to make out what they were saying, without any success. But suddenly there were sounds of someone approaching by the garden path. The sisters kept silent and sat there nervously. Routilov entered and announced: "He's chosen Valeria, and he's waiting at the gate!" The sisters grew noisy at once and began to laugh. Valeria went slightly pale. "Well, well," she said ironically, "I needed him very badly." Her hands trembled. All three of the sisters began to fuss about her and to put finery on her. She always spent a lot of time over her toilette--the other sisters hurried her. Routilov kept continually babbling with pleasure and excitement. He was delighted that he had managed the matter so cleverly. "Did you get the cabbies?" asked Darya with a worried air. Routilov answered with slight annoyance: "How could I? The whole town would have heard of it. Varvara would have come and dragged him away by his hair." "Well, what shall we do?" "Why, we can go to the Square in pairs and hire them there. It's quite simple. You and the bride go first. Then Larissa with the bridegroom--now, mind you, not all together or we shall be noticed in town. Liudmilla and I will stop at Falastov's. The two of them will go together and I will get Volodin." Once alone Peredonov became immersed in pleasant reveries. He imagined Valeria in all the bewitchment of the bridal night--undressed, bashful but happy. All slenderness and subtlety. He dreamed, and at the same time he pulled out of his pocket some caramels that had stuck there and began to chew them. Then he remembered that Valeria was a coquette. Now she'll want expensive dresses, he thought. That meant that he would not only be unable to save money every month but that he would have to spend what he had saved. She would be hard to please. She would never even enter the kitchen. Besides, his food might get poisoned; Varvara, from spite, would bribe the cook. And on the whole, thought Peredonov, Valeria is a slender doll. It's difficult to know how to treat a girl like that. How could one abuse her? And how could one give her an occasional push? How could one spit on her? It would end in tears and she would shame him before the whole town. No, it was impossible to tie oneself to her. Now Liudmilla was simpler; wouldn't it be better to take her? Peredonov walked up to the window and knocked with his stick on the pane. After a few moments Routilov stuck his head out of the window. "What do you want?" he asked anxiously. "I've thought it over," growled Peredonov. "Well?" exclaimed Routilov in apprehension. "Bring Liudmilla here!" said Peredonov. Routilov left the window.