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"
You
are
always
thinking
about
your
nephew
's
conduct
.
Do
n't
believe
him
,
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
.
I
can
assure
you
Gorsky
and
Daniloff
are
exceptions
--
and
that
these
are
only
...
mistaken
.
However
,
I
do
not
care
about
receiving
them
here
,
in
public
.
Excuse
me
,
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
.
They
are
coming
,
and
you
can
see
them
,
and
then
I
will
take
them
away
.
Please
come
in
,
gentlemen
!
"
Another
thought
tormented
him
:
He
wondered
was
this
an
arranged
business
--
arranged
to
happen
when
he
had
guests
in
his
house
,
and
in
anticipation
of
his
humiliation
rather
than
of
his
triumph
?
But
he
reproached
himself
bitterly
for
such
a
thought
,
and
felt
as
if
he
should
die
of
shame
if
it
were
discovered
.
When
his
new
visitors
appeared
,
he
was
quite
ready
to
believe
himself
infinitely
less
to
be
respected
than
any
of
them
.
Four
persons
entered
,
led
by
General
Ivolgin
,
in
a
state
of
great
excitement
,
and
talking
eloquently
.
"
He
is
for
me
,
undoubtedly
!
"
thought
the
prince
,
with
a
smile
.
Colia
also
had
joined
the
party
,
and
was
talking
with
animation
to
Hippolyte
,
who
listened
with
a
jeering
smile
on
his
lips
.
The
prince
begged
the
visitors
to
sit
down
.
They
were
all
so
young
that
it
made
the
proceedings
seem
even
more
extraordinary
.
Ivan
Fedorovitch
,
who
really
understood
nothing
of
what
was
going
on
,
felt
indignant
at
the
sight
of
these
youths
,
and
would
have
interfered
in
some
way
had
it
not
been
for
the
extreme
interest
shown
by
his
wife
in
the
affair
.
He
therefore
remained
,
partly
through
curiosity
,
partly
through
good-nature
,
hoping
that
his
presence
might
be
of
some
use
.
But
the
bow
with
which
General
Ivolgin
greeted
him
irritated
him
anew
;
he
frowned
,
and
decided
to
be
absolutely
silent
.
As
to
the
rest
,
one
was
a
man
of
thirty
,
the
retired
officer
,
now
a
boxer
,
who
had
been
with
Rogojin
,
and
in
his
happier
days
had
given
fifteen
roubles
at
a
time
to
beggars
.
Evidently
he
had
joined
the
others
as
a
comrade
to
give
them
moral
,
and
if
necessary
material
,
support
.
The
man
who
had
been
spoken
of
as
"
Pavlicheff
's
son
,
"
although
he
gave
the
name
of
Antip
Burdovsky
,
was
about
twenty-two
years
of
age
,
fair
,
thin
and
rather
tall
.
He
was
remarkable
for
the
poverty
,
not
to
say
uncleanliness
,
of
his
personal
appearance
:
the
sleeves
of
his
overcoat
were
greasy
;
his
dirty
waistcoat
,
buttoned
up
to
his
neck
,
showed
not
a
trace
of
linen
;
a
filthy
black
silk
scarf
,
twisted
till
it
resembled
a
cord
,
was
round
his
neck
,
and
his
hands
were
unwashed
.
He
looked
round
with
an
air
of
insolent
effrontery
.
His
face
,
covered
with
pimples
,
was
neither
thoughtful
nor
even
contemptuous
;
it
wore
an
expression
of
complacent
satisfaction
in
demanding
his
rights
and
in
being
an
aggrieved
party
.
His
voice
trembled
,
and
he
spoke
so
fast
,
and
with
such
stammerings
,
that
he
might
have
been
taken
for
a
foreigner
,
though
the
purest
Russian
blood
ran
in
his
veins
.
Lebedeff
's
nephew
,
whom
the
reader
has
seen
already
,
accompanied
him
,
and
also
the
youth
named
Hippolyte
Terentieff
.
The
latter
was
only
seventeen
or
eighteen
.
He
had
an
intelligent
face
,
though
it
was
usually
irritated
and
fretful
in
expression
.
His
skeleton-like
figure
,
his
ghastly
complexion
,
the
brightness
of
his
eyes
,
and
the
red
spots
of
colour
on
his
cheeks
,
betrayed
the
victim
of
consumption
to
the
most
casual
glance
.
He
coughed
persistently
,
and
panted
for
breath
;
it
looked
as
though
he
had
but
a
few
weeks
more
to
live
.
He
was
nearly
dead
with
fatigue
,
and
fell
,
rather
than
sat
,
into
a
chair
.
The
rest
bowed
as
they
came
in
;
and
being
more
or
less
abashed
,
put
on
an
air
of
extreme
self-assurance
.
In
short
,
their
attitude
was
not
that
which
one
would
have
expected
in
men
who
professed
to
despise
all
trivialities
,
all
foolish
mundane
conventions
,
and
indeed
everything
,
except
their
own
personal
interests
"
Antip
Burdovsky
,
"
stuttered
the
son
of
Pavlicheff
.
"
Vladimir
Doktorenko
,
"
said
Lebedeff
's
nephew
briskly
,
and
with
a
certain
pride
,
as
if
he
boasted
of
his
name
.
"
Keller
,
"
murmured
the
retired
officer
.
