Ivan Turgenev

“ Anna Vassilyevna, inform her at once that you will cut off her inheritance!'
'Nikolai Artemyevitch, for God's sake,' moaned Anna Vassilyevna.
'And when and how was this done? Who married you? where? how? Good God! what will all our friends think, what will the world say! And you, shameless hypocrite, could go on living under your parents' roof after such an act! Had you no fear of—the wrath of heaven?'
'Papa' said Elena (she was trembling from head to foot but her voice was steady) , 'you are at liberty to do with me as you please, but you need not accuse me of shamelessness, and hypocrisy. ”

“ We'll own he's a fine fellow, he stands on his own feet, though up to the present he has done no more than we poor sinners; and are we such absolutely worthless dirt? Am I such dirt, Uvar Ivanovitch? Has God been hard on me in every way? Has He given me no talents, no abilities? Who knows, perhaps, the name of Pavel Shubin will in time be a great name? ”

“ Do you hear, do you hear, Anna Vassilyevna? And you know, I presume, who lives there?'
'Yes, I know; my husband.'
Nikolai Artemyevitch's eyes were starting out of his head.
'Your——'
'My husband,' repeated Elena; 'I am married to Dmitri Nikanorovitch Insarov.'
'You?—married?'—was all Anna Vassilyevna could articulate.
'Yes, mamma. . . . Forgive me. A fortnight ago, we were secretly married.'
Anna Vassilyevna fell back in her chair; Nikolai Artemyevitch stepped two paces back.
'Married! To that vagrant, that Montenegrin! ”