Give my humble greetings to the countess and tell her to send some one better than you.
Has she hired you, tell me?
Have they given you a place in her kitchen out of charity?
I see through your deception.

I understand you all, every one of you." He seized her firmly above the elbow; she laughed in his face.
"You're like him, very like, perhaps you're a relation--you're a sly lot! Only mine is a bright falcon and a prince, and you're an owl, and a shopman! Mine will bow down to God if it pleases him, and won't if it doesn't.

And Shatushka (he's my dear, my darling!) slapped you on the cheeks, my Lebyadkin told me.

And what were you afraid of then, when you came in?
Who had frightened you then?
When I saw your mean face after I'd fallen down and you picked me up--it was like a worm crawling into my heart.

It's not he, I thought, not _he!_ My falcon would never have been ashamed of me before a fashionable young lady.