1 And Arkady told him his uncle's story.
2 'That's uncle,' she repeated, in a whisper this time.
3 I was bringing in my young hero to show you, he's been crying for his uncle.
4 'I've told you already, uncle, that we don't accept any authorities,' put in Arkady.
5 Arkady went up to his uncle, and again felt his cheeks caressed by his perfumed moustache.
6 Arkady looked compassionately at his uncle; Nikolai Petrovitch shrugged his shoulders stealthily.
7 The two brothers looked at him in silence, while Arkady stealthily watched first his father and then his uncle.
8 'Your uncle's a queer fish,' Bazarov said to Arkady, as he sat in his dressing-gown by his bedside, smoking a short pipe.
9 'That's uncle,' said Fenitchka, bending her face down to him and slightly rocking him, while Dunyasha quietly set in the window a smouldering perfumed stick, putting a halfpenny under it.
10 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.
11 But his timidity and agitation did not last long; Madame Odintsov's tranquillity gained upon him too; before a quarter of an hour had passed he was telling her freely about his father, his uncle, his life in Petersburg and in the country.
12 Arkady was very much surprised, and even grieved, but he did not think it necessary to show this; he only asked whether his uncle's wound was really not serious; and on receiving the reply that it was most interesting, but not from a medical point of view, he gave a forced smile, but at heart he felt both wounded and as it were ashamed.