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"The man one can't find with all one's messengers sent about the place, sitting just under one's nose, exactly where one never thought of looking! I thought you were sure to be at your uncle's by this time." Evgenie Pavlovitch flushed up and looked angrily at Nastasia Philipovna, then turned his back on her. "What I don't you know about it yet? He doesn't know imagine that! Why, he's shot himself.
After a while, by means of certain hints, he was able to gather that Nastasia must have had a quarrel with her friend two or three weeks ago, since which date the latter had neither heard nor seen anything of her.
"Nastasia Philipovna," he began, and there paused; he was clearly much agitated and annoyed. The prince reminded him of the portrait. "Listen, prince," said Gania, as though an idea had just struck him, "I wish to ask you a great favour, and yet I really don't know " He paused again, he was trying to make up his mind to something, and was turning the matter over. The prince waited quietly.
You know nothing about the thing, and yet idiot!" he added, muttering the last word to himself in irrepressible rage. "I am very sorry; I was not thinking at the time. I merely said that Aglaya was almost as beautiful as Nastasia Philipovna." Gania asked for further details; and the prince once more repeated the conversation. Gania looked at him with ironical contempt the while.
Al seemed to brighten up at once, and the conversation became general. Nastasia made the prince sit down next to herself. "Dear me, there's nothing so very curious about the prince dropping in, after all," remarked Ferdishenko. "It's quite a clear case," said the hitherto silent Gania.
Perhaps, though, what they say about him may be true that he's an we know what. And what shall you live on, if you are really so madly in love with Rogojin's mistress, that you are ready to marry her eh?" "I take you as a good, honest woman, Nastasia Philipovna not as Rogojin's mistress." "Who? I? good and honest?" "Yes, you." "Oh, you get those ideas out of novels, you know.
But I have a great friend who is much worse off even than we are. Would you like to know him?" "Yes, very much. Is he one of your school-fellows?" "Well, not exactly. I will tell you all about him some day.... What do you think of Nastasia Philipovna? She is beautiful, isn't she? I had never seen her before, though I had a great wish to do so. She fascinated me.
Suddenly Nastasia put her head in to say something in her rich Italian. Madame Olenska, again with a hand at her hair, uttered an exclamation of assent a flashing "Gia gia" and the Duke of St. Austrey entered, piloting a tremendous blackwigged and red-plumed lady in overflowing furs. "My dear Countess, I've brought an old friend of mine to see you Mrs. Struthers.
"You were right, Totski," said Nastasia, "it is a dull game and a stupid one. I'll just tell my story, as I promised, and then we'll play cards." "Yes, but let's have the story first!" cried the general. "Prince," said Nastasia Philipovna, unexpectedly turning to Muishkin, "here are my old friends, Totski and General Epanchin, who wish to marry me off. Tell me what you think. Shall I marry or not?
Shurochka, I see you want to run out into the garden. Be off!" "No, I don't Marfa Timofeevna " "No arguing, if you please. Be off. Nastasia Carpovna has gone into the garden by herself. Go and keep her company. You should show the old lady respect." Shurochka left the room. "But where is my cap? Wherever can it have got to?" "Let me look for it," said Liza. "Sit still, sit still!
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