1 'Why of course, you don't know,' replied Arkady.
2 Nothing happened,' answered Arkady; 'we were rather slow.
3 'He will go in the coach,' interposed Arkady in an undertone.
4 'I am sorry about the forest,' observed Arkady, and he began to look about him.
5 Arkady gazed and gazed, and his reflections grew slowly fainter and passed away.
6 Arkady suddenly stopped short, cast a stealthy look behind him, and said no more.
7 Arkady turned round quickly to his father, and gave him a sounding kiss on the cheek.
8 'You've no shade; that's a pity,' remarked Arkady, without answering the last question.
9 He smirked, went up to kiss Arkady's hand, and bowing to the guest retreated to the door, and put his hands behind him.
10 'Your uncle's a queer fish,' Bazarov said to Arkady, as he sat in his dressing-gown by his bedside, smoking a short pipe.
11 'So here you are, a graduate at last, and come home again,' said Nikolai Petrovitch, touching Arkady now on the shoulder, now on the knee.
12 No,' thought Arkady, 'this is not a rich country; it does not impress one by plenty or industry; it can't, it can't go on like this, reforms are absolutely necessary.
13 Nikolai Petrovitch stopped, while Arkady, who had begun listening to him with some surprise, though with sympathy too, made haste to pull a silver matchbox out of his pocket, and sent it to Bazarov by Piotr.
14 The whole person of Arkady's uncle, with its aristocratic elegance, had preserved the gracefulness of youth and that air of striving upwards, away from earth, which for the most part is lost after the twenties are past.
15 'Yes, I must wash,' answered Arkady, and was just moving towards the door, but at that instant there came into the drawing-room a man of medium height, dressed in a dark English suit, a fashionable low cravat, and kid shoes, Pavel Petrovitch Kirsanov.
16 The young couple lived very happily and peacefully; they were scarcely ever apart; they read together, sang and played duets together on the piano; she tended her flowers and looked after the poultry-yard; he sometimes went hunting, and busied himself with the estate, while Arkady grew and grew in the same happy and peaceful way.
17 Piotr returned to the carriage, and handed him with the match-box a thick black cigar, which Arkady began to smoke promptly, diffusing about him such a strong and pungent odour of cheap tobacco, that Nikolai Petrovitch, who had never been a smoker from his youth up, was forced to turn away his head, as imperceptibly as he could for fear of wounding his son.
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