1 Oh, never mind that, Catherine.
2 Another to Catherine, who follows him out.
3 Now, Catherine, it's of you that he's afraid.
4 My dear Catherine, I tell you I've looked there.
5 By the bye, Catherine, you may as well come, too.
6 Catherine snatches her apron off and throws it behind a bush.
7 Catherine sits at the stove, with her back to them, embroidering.
8 She is afraid of Catherine, but even with her goes as far as she dares.
9 Catherine is hardly less enthusiastic, and much less reserved in shewing her enthusiasm.
10 Ah, you haven't been campaigning, Catherine: you don't know how pleasant it is for us to sit here, after a good lunch, with nothing to do but enjoy ourselves.
11 Her reverie is interrupted by her mother, Catherine Petkoff, a woman over forty, imperiously energetic, with magnificent black hair and eyes, who might be a very splendid specimen of the wife of a mountain farmer, but is determined to be a Viennese lady, and to that end wears a fashionable tea gown on all occasions.