| “Wouldn’t it be better, esteemed prince, wouldn’t it be better--to--don’t you know--” |
| The prince regarded him attentively, but said nothing. |
“He has acknowledged himself to be in the wrong. Don’t you see that the greater his vanity, the more difficult this admission must have been on his part? Oh, what a little child you are, Lizabetha Prokofievna!”
| It is true that they used to sit in the little summer-house together for an hour or two at a time, very often, but it was observed that on these occasions the prince would read the paper, or some book, aloud to Aglaya. |
This is the reason why he was so unwilling to take lunch (on the morning upon which we took up this narrative) with the rest of his family. Before the prince’s arrival he had made up his mind to plead business, and “cut” the meal; which simply meant running away.
Nastasia Philipovna was also much impressed, both with Gania’s action and with the prince’s reply.“Good God!” exclaimed Lizabetha Prokofievna involuntarily.
| “You don’t know what anger is!” laughed Rogojin, in reply to the prince’s heated words. |
“It seems absurd to trust a little pepper-box like you,” said Aglaya, as she returned the note, and walked past the “pepper-box” with an expression of great contempt.
| “Aglaya Ivanovna...” |
“Not a bit of it; it was a duel to the death, and he was killed.”
“There, you see! Even your own son supports my statement that there never was such a person as Captain Eropegoff!” that the old fellow muttered confusedly:
To make an end, we may say that there were many changes in the Epanchin household in the spring, so that it was not difficult to forget the prince, who sent no news of himself.
The prince commended his aspirations with warmth.
Evgenie Pavlovitch remarked here that he had spoken of his intention of leaving the service long ago. He had, however, always made more or less of a joke about it, so no one had taken him seriously. For that matter he joked about everything, and his friends never knew what to believe, especially if he did not wish them to understand him.| He hesitated no longer; but opened the glazed door at the bottom of the outer stairs and made his way up to the second storey. The place was dark and gloomy-looking; the walls of the stone staircase were painted a dull red. Rogojin and his mother and brother occupied the whole of the second floor. The servant who opened the door to Muishkin led him, without taking his name, through several rooms and up and down many steps until they arrived at a door, where he knocked. |
Aglaya rushed quickly up to him, and was just in time to receive him in her arms, and to hear with dread and horror that awful, wild cry as he fell writhing to the ground.
Four persons entered, led by General Ivolgin, in a state of great excitement, and talking eloquently.
“H’m! yes, that’s true enough. Well now, how is the law over there, do they administer it more justly than here?”
| “Why, you wished to have a talk with me when the others left?” he said. |
| “I would much rather not, just now,” said the prince, a little disturbed and frowning slightly. |
She went away in great anxiety about him, but when she saw him in the morning, he seemed to be quite himself again, greeted her with a smile, and told her that he would very likely be back by the evening. It appears that he did not consider it necessary to inform anyone excepting Vera of his departure for town.
The prince muttered that the spot was a lovely one.“You’ve been _there?_” he asked, suddenly.