The name of the first was Maria Dmitrievna Kalitine.  Her husband, who had formerly occupied the post of Provincial Procurator, and who was well known in his day as a good man of business—­a man of bilious temperament, confident, resolute, and enterprising—­had been dead ten years.  He had received a good education, and had studied at the university, but as the family from which he sprang was a poor one, he had early recognized the necessity of making a career for himself and of gaining money.

Maria Dmitrievna married him for love.  He was good-looking, he had plenty of sense, and, when he liked, he could be very agreeable.  Maria Dmitrievna, whose maiden name was Pestof, lost her parents while she was still a child.  She spent several years in an Institute at Moscow, and then went to live with her brother and one of her aunts at Pokrovskoe, a family estate situated fifteen versts from O. Soon afterwards her brother was called away on duty to St. Petersburgh, and, until a sudden death put an end to his career, he kept his aunt and sister with only just enough for them to live upon.  Maria Dmitrievna inherited Pokrovskoe, but she did not long reside there.  In the second year of her marriage with Kalitine, who had succeeded at the end of a few days in gaining her affections, Pokrovskoe was exchanged for another estate—­one of much greater intrinsic value, but unattractive in appearance, and not provided with a mansion.  At the same time Kalitine purchased a house in the town of O., and there he and his wife permanently established themselves.  A large garden was attached to it, extending in one direction to the fields outside the town, “so that,” Kalitine, who was by no means an admirer of rural tranquillity, used to say, “there is no reason why we should go dragging ourselves off into the country.”  Maria Dmitrievna often secretly regretted her beautiful Pokrovskoe, with its joyous brook, its sweeping meadows, and its verdant woods, but she never opposed her husband in any thing, having the highest respect for his judgment and his knowledge of the world.  And when he died, after fifteen years of married life, leaving behind him a son and two daughters, Maria Dmitrievna had grown so accustomed to her house and to a town life, that she had no inclination to change her residence.

In her youth Maria Dmitrievna had enjoyed the reputation of being a pretty blonde, and even in her fiftieth year her features were not unattractive, though they had lost somewhat of their fineness and delicacy.  She was naturally sensitive and impressionable, rather than actually good-hearted, and even in her years of maturity she continued to behave in the manner peculiar to “Institute girls;” she denied herself no indulgence, she was easily put out of temper, and she would even burst into tears if her habits were interfered with.  On the other hand, she was gracious and affable when all her wishes were fulfilled, and when nobody opposed her in any thing.  Her house was the pleasantest in the town; and she had a handsome income, the greater part of which was derived from her late husband’s earnings, and the rest from her own property.  Her two daughters lived with her; her son was being educated in one of the best of the crown establishments at St. Petersburgh.