'How is it you don't know your own lodger?' said Beletski, addressing
Maryanka.
'How is one to know him if he never comes to see us?' answered
Maryanka, with a look at Olenin.
Olenin felt frightened, he did not know of what. He flushed and, hardly knowing what he was saying, remarked: 'I'm afraid of your mother. She gave me such a scold