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Epanchin
was
to
find
the
prince
surrounded
by
a
whole
assembly
of
other
guests
--
not
to
mention
the
fact
that
some
of
those
present
were
particularly
detestable
in
her
eyes
.
The
next
annoying
circumstance
was
when
an
apparently
strong
and
healthy
young
fellow
,
well
dressed
,
and
smiling
,
came
forward
to
meet
her
on
the
terrace
,
instead
of
the
half-dying
unfortunate
whom
she
had
expected
to
see
.
She
was
astonished
and
vexed
,
and
her
disappointment
pleased
Colia
immensely
.
Of
course
he
could
have
undeceived
her
before
she
started
,
but
the
mischievous
boy
had
been
careful
not
to
do
that
,
foreseeing
the
probably
laughable
disgust
that
she
would
experience
when
she
found
her
dear
friend
,
the
prince
,
in
good
health
.
Colia
was
indelicate
enough
to
voice
the
delight
he
felt
at
his
success
in
managing
to
annoy
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
,
with
whom
,
in
spite
of
their
really
amicable
relations
,
he
was
constantly
sparring
.
"
Just
wait
a
while
,
my
boy
!
"
said
she
;
"
do
n't
be
too
certain
of
your
triumph
.
"
And
she
sat
down
heavily
,
in
the
arm-chair
pushed
forward
by
the
prince
.
Lebedeff
,
Ptitsin
,
and
General
Ivolgin
hastened
to
find
chairs
for
the
young
ladies
.
Varia
greeted
them
joyfully
,
and
they
exchanged
confidences
in
ecstatic
whispers
.
"
I
must
admit
,
prince
,
I
was
a
little
put
out
to
see
you
up
and
about
like
this
--
I
expected
to
find
you
in
bed
;
but
I
give
you
my
word
,
I
was
only
annoyed
for
an
instant
,
before
I
collected
my
thoughts
properly
.
I
am
always
wiser
on
second
thoughts
,
and
I
dare
say
you
are
the
same
.
I
assure
you
I
am
as
glad
to
see
you
well
as
though
you
were
my
own
son
,
--
yes
,
and
more
;
and
if
you
do
n't
believe
me
the
more
shame
to
you
,
and
it
's
not
my
fault
.
But
that
spiteful
boy
delights
in
playing
all
sorts
of
tricks
.
You
are
his
patron
,
it
seems
.
Well
,
I
warn
you
that
one
fine
morning
I
shall
deprive
myself
of
the
pleasure
of
his
further
acquaintance
.
"
"
What
have
I
done
wrong
now
?
"
cried
Colia
.
"
What
was
the
good
of
telling
you
that
the
prince
was
nearly
well
again
?
You
would
not
have
believed
me
;
it
was
so
much
more
interesting
to
picture
him
on
his
death-bed
.
"
"
How
long
do
you
remain
here
,
prince
?
"
asked
Madame
Epanchin
.
"
All
the
summer
,
and
perhaps
longer
.
"
"
You
are
alone
,
are
n't
you
,
--
not
married
?
"
