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Lizaveta Nikolaevna's business with Shatov turned out, to my surprise, to be really only concerned with literature. I had imagined, I don't know why, that she had asked him to come with some other object. We, Mavriky Nikolaevitch and I that is, seeing that they were talking aloud and not trying to hide anything from us, began to listen, and at last they asked our advice.

Liza was completely overwhelmed, quite disproportionately in fact, so it seemed to me. "Wonderfully queer man," Mavriky Nikolaevitch observed aloud. He certainly was queer, but in all this there was a very great deal not clear to me. There was something underlying it all?

You, too, pray for 'poor' Liza just a little, don't bother too much about it. Mavriky Nikolaevitch, give that baby back his umbrella. You must give it him. That's right.... Come, let us go, let us go!"

"Dear Lyof Nikolaevitch, Well, to-day I have received the official announcement of my call to the Service; to-morrow I must present myself at the headquarters. That is all. And after that to the Far East to meet the Japanese bullets.

"Well, it doesn't matter, with me it goes in at one ear and out of the other. Don't you come with me, Mavriky Nikolaevitch, it was Zemirka I called. Thank God I can still walk without help and to-morrow I shall go for a drive." She walked angrily out of the drawing-room.

"Leave off, Grigory Nikolaevitch!" "What are you afraid of, dear?" he asked softly. "What is there dreadful about it? It's simply that you're not used to it." If a woman protested he always interpreted it as a sign that he had made an impression on her and attracted her.

Then it was true what I imagined yesterday at Stepan Trofimovitch's, that you -are rather devoted to me?" she said with a smile, hurriedly pressing my hand to say good-bye, and hurrying back to the forsaken Mavriky Nikolaevitch. I went out weighed down by my promise, and unable to understand what had happened.

His mother always boasted of his being so obedient and polite, and that he was not fond of consorting with naughty boys, but always was more inclined to feminine society. "He is his mother's son, an effeminate fellow," his father, Andréi Nikoláevitch, was wont to say of him: "but, on the other hand, he likes to go to God's church.... And that delights me."

I mean to a conviction of a degree of feeling on my part as would justify your coming here... and risking such a proposal." "What?" Mavriky Nikolaevitch positively started. "Haven't you been trying to win her? Aren't you trying to win her, and don't you want to win her?"

"I used to know a general who wrote verses exactly like that," I observed, laughing. "One can see from the letter that he is clever enough for his own purposes," Mavriky Nikolaevitch, who had till then been silent, put in unexpectedly. "He lives with some sister?" Liza queried. "Yes, with his sister." "They say he tyrannises over her, is that true?"