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"No, thou didst not tell me that," he said at last. "And dost thou not know what the piece was?" Kupfer meditated. "I was told the name of the piece ... a young girl who has been betrayed appears in it.... It must be some drama or other. Clara was born for dramatic parts. Her very appearance.... But where art thou going?" Kupfer interrupted himself, perceiving that Arátoff was picking up his cap.
Then Arátoff got Púshkin and read Tatyána's letter and again felt convinced that that "gipsy" had not in the least grasped the meaning of the letter. But there was that jester Kupfer shouting: "A Rachel! A Viardot!"
Arátoff fell asleep immediately, and slept until morning. He rose in a fine frame of mind ... although he regretted something.... He felt light and free. "What romantic fancies one does devise," he said to himself with a smile. He did not once glance either at the stereoscope or the leaf which he had torn out. But immediately after breakfast he set off to see Kupfer.
Kupfer narrated all this with great animation, but without, however, displaying any special sentimentality, and interrupting his speech with the question: "Why dost thou want to know that?" ... or "To what end is that?" when Arátoff, after listening to him with devouring attention, demanded more and still more details.
He had not hoped to find him ... but he did. Kupfer actually had been absent from Moscow for a time, but had returned about a week previously and was even preparing to call on Arátoff again. He welcomed him with his customary cordiality, and began to explain something to him ... but Arátoff immediately interrupted him with the impatient question: "Hast thou read it? Is it true?"
The last line, 'And how I suffer' ... she almost whispered, with a mournful prolongation of the last word. This song produced less impression on the audience than the Glinka ballad; there was much applause, however.... Kupfer was particularly conspicuous; folding his hands in a peculiar way, in the shape of a barrel, at each clap he produced an extraordinarily resounding report.
Kupfer probably understood that he had made a mistake in trying to rouse his friend, and that Arátoff was a man who positively was not adapted to that sort of society and manner of life. On his side, Arátoff also did not allude to the Princess or to the night before. Platonída Ivánovna did not know whether to rejoice at the failure of this first attempt or to regret it.
Kupfer probably realised that it had been a mistake on his part to disturb his friend, and that Aratov really was a man 'not suited' to that circle and way of life. On his side, too, Aratov said nothing of the princess, nor of the previous evening. Platonida Ivanovna did not know whether to rejoice at the failure of this first experiment or to regret it.
At one time he was eagerly on the watch for Kupfer, again he suspected that it was from Kupfer that Clara had got his address ... and from where else could she 'have heard so much about him'? Then he wondered: was it possible his acquaintance with her was to end like this?
'Is what true? replied Kupfer, puzzled. 'About Clara Militch? Kupfer's face expressed commiseration. 'Yes, yes, my dear boy, it's true; she poisoned herself! Such a sad thing! Aratov was silent for a while. 'But did you read it in the paper too? he asked 'or perhaps you have been in Kazan yourself? 'I have been in Kazan, yes; the princess and I accompanied her there.
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