e wondering and rejoicing, and resolving on something.

CHAPTER XXVI

The deceased Odintsov had not liked innovations, but he had tolerated
'the fine arts within a certain sphere,' and had in consequence put up
in his garden, between the hothouse and the lake, an erection after the
fashion of a Greek temple, made of Russian brick. Along the dark wall
at the back of this temple or gallery were placed six niches for
statues, which Odintsov had proceeded to order from abroad. These
statues were to represent Solitude, Silence, Meditation, Melancholy,
Modesty, and Sensibility. One of them, the goddess of Silence, with her
finger on her lip, had been sent and put up; but on the very same day
some boys on the farm had broken her nose; and though a plasterer of
the neighbourhood undertook to make her a new nose 'twice as good as
the old one,' Odintsov ordered her to be taken away, and she was still
to be seen in the corner of the threshing barn, where she had stood
many long years, a source of superstitious terror to the peasant women.
The front part of the temple had long ago been overgrown with thick
bushes; only the pediments of the columns could be seen above the dense
green. In the temple itself it was cool even at mid-day. Anna Sergyevna
had not liked visiting this place ever since she had seen a snake
there; but Katya often came and sat on the wide stone seat under one of
the niches. Here, in the midst of the shade and coolness, she used to
read and work, or to give herself up to that sensation of perfect
peace, known, doubtless, to each of us, the charm of which consists in
the half-unconscious, silent listening to the vast current of life that
flows for ever both around us and within us.

The day after Bazarov's arrival Katya was sitting on her favourite
stone seat, and beside her again was sitting Arkady. He had besought
her to come with him to the 'temple.'

There was about an hour still to lunch-time; the dewy morning had
already given place to a sultry day. Arkady's face retained the
expression of the preceding day; Katya had a preoccupied look. Her
sister had, directly after their morning tea, called her into her room,
and after some preliminary caresses, which always scared Katya a
little, she had advised her to be more guarded in her behaviour with
Arkady, and especially to avoid solitary talks with him, as likely to
attract the notice of her aunt and all the household. Besides this,
even the previou