'How much do you get for a lesson?' 'Sometimes a ruble, sometimes fifty kopeks, or sometimes thirty. They are all so kind to me.' 'And do your pupils get on well?' asked Kasatsky with a slight smile. Praskovya Mikhaylovna did not at first believe that he was asking seriously, and looked inquiringly into his eyes. 'Some of them do. One of them is a splendid girl-the butcher's daughter-such a good kind girl If I were a clever woman I ought, of course, with the connexions Papa had, to be able to get an appointment for my son-in-law. But as it is I have not been able to do anything, and have brought them all to this-as you see.' 'Yes, yes, ' said Kasatsky, lowering his head. 'And how is it, Pashenka-do you take part in Church life?'