“If you think that there is any chance that you will come to care for me, I am quite content to wait,” said Mr. Perrott.

‘They must have been pleasant thoughts, Kate,’ rejoined Nicholas gaily, ‘to make time pass away like that. What were they now?’

"Eh, lad, don`t fret!" said he, in the tender singsong caressing voice old Russian peasant women employ. "Don`t fret, friend`suffer an hour, live for an age!` that`s how it is, my dear fellow. And here we live, thank heaven, without offense. Among these folk, too, there are good men as well as bad," said he, and still speaking, he turned on his knees with a supple movement, got up, coughed, and went off to another part of the shed.