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Updated: June 12, 2025
Nina Alexandrovna seeing his sincerity of feeling said at last, and without the faintest suspicion of reproach in her voice: "Come, come don't cry! God will forgive you!" Lebedeff was so impressed by these words, and the tone in which they were spoken, that he could not leave Nina Alexandrovna all the evening in fact, for several days.
They parted friends, and, after leaving the prince, the doctor said to Lebedeff: "If all such people were put under restraint, there would be no one left for keepers."
With these gentlemen... all these gentlemen," he added, suddenly addressing the prince, "on certain points... that is..." He thumped the table repeatedly, and the laughter increased. Lebedeff was in his usual evening condition, and had just ended a long and scientific argument, which had left him excited and irritable. On such occasions he was apt to evince a supreme contempt for his opponents.
"I am not very well, and my head aches. Doubtless the effect of the journey," replied the prince, frowning. "You should go into the country," said Lebedeff timidly. The prince seemed to be considering the suggestion. "You see, I am going into the country myself in three days, with my children and belongings.
"Yes, I see your mother and sister," muttered Rogojin, through his teeth; and Lebedeff seemed to feel himself called upon to second the statement. "At all events, I must request you to step into the salon," said Gania, his rage rising quite out of proportion to his words, "and then I shall inquire " "What, he doesn't know me!" said Rogojin, showing his teeth disagreeably.
The general, myself, Keller, and Ferdishenko. One of us four it must have been. I don't suspect myself, though such cases have been known." "Oh! do go on, Lebedeff! Don't drag it out so." "Well, there are three left, then Keller firstly. He was with the sick man at first, but came over afterwards because there was no place to lie down in the room and the floor was so hard." "You suspect him?"
As the prince spoke these last words a titter was heard from Ferdishenko; Lebedeff laughed too. The general grunted with irritation; Ptitsin and Totski barely restrained their smiles. The rest all sat listening, open-mouthed with wonder. "But perhaps we shall not be poor; we may be very rich, Nastasia Philipovna." continued the prince, in the same timid, quivering tones.
It was all very vague. Who had taken the letters, if letters there were? Probably Vera and how could Lebedeff have got them? In all probability, he had managed to steal the present letter from Vera, and had himself gone over to Lizabetha Prokofievna with some idea in his head. So the prince concluded at last. "You are mad!" he cried, indignantly.
"What letter do you mean she returned unopened?" "What! didn't I tell you? Ha, ha, ha! I thought I had. Why, I received a letter, you know, to be handed over " "From whom? To whom?" But it was difficult, if not impossible, to extract anything from Lebedeff.
Who told her all about the movements of a certain person called Nastasia Philipovna? Who was the anonymous person, eh? Tell me!" "Surely not you?" cried the prince. "Just so," said Lebedeff, with dignity; "and only this very morning I have sent up a letter to the noble lady, stating that I have a matter of great importance to communicate.
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