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"
Thank
you
for
the
lesson
,
general
,
"
said
Hippolyte
,
with
unexpected
gravity
,
regarding
him
thoughtfully
.
"
Two
minutes
more
,
if
you
please
,
dear
Ivan
Fedorovitch
,
"
said
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
to
her
husband
;
"
it
seems
to
me
that
he
is
in
a
fever
and
delirious
;
you
can
see
by
his
eyes
what
a
state
he
is
in
;
it
is
impossible
to
let
him
go
back
to
Petersburg
tonight
.
Can
you
put
him
up
,
Lef
Nicolaievitch
?
I
hope
you
are
not
bored
,
dear
prince
,
"
she
added
suddenly
to
Prince
S.
"
Alexandra
,
my
dear
,
come
here
!
Your
hair
is
coming
down
.
"
She
arranged
her
daughter
's
hair
,
which
was
not
in
the
least
disordered
,
and
gave
her
a
kiss
.
This
was
all
that
she
had
called
her
for
.
"
I
thought
you
were
capable
of
development
,
"
said
Hippolyte
,
coming
out
of
his
fit
of
abstraction
.
"
Yes
,
that
is
what
I
meant
to
say
,
"
he
added
,
with
the
satisfaction
of
one
who
suddenly
remembers
something
he
had
forgotten
.
"
Here
is
Burdovsky
,
sincerely
anxious
to
protect
his
mother
;
is
not
that
so
?
And
he
himself
is
the
cause
of
her
disgrace
.
The
prince
is
anxious
to
help
Burdovsky
and
offers
him
friendship
and
a
large
sum
of
money
,
in
the
sincerity
of
his
heart
.
And
here
they
stand
like
two
sworn
enemies
--
ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
You
all
hate
Burdovsky
because
his
behaviour
with
regard
to
his
mother
is
shocking
and
repugnant
to
you
;
do
you
not
?
Is
not
that
true
?
Is
it
not
true
?
You
all
have
a
passion
for
beauty
and
distinction
in
outward
forms
;
that
is
all
you
care
for
,
is
n't
it
?
I
have
suspected
for
a
long
time
that
you
cared
for
nothing
else
!
Well
,
let
me
tell
you
that
perhaps
there
is
not
one
of
you
who
loved
your
mother
as
Burdovsky
loved
his
.
As
to
you
,
prince
,
I
know
that
you
have
sent
money
secretly
to
Burdovsky
's
mother
through
Gania
.
Well
,
I
bet
now
,
"
he
continued
with
an
hysterical
laugh
,
"
that
Burdovsky
will
accuse
you
of
indelicacy
,
and
reproach
you
with
a
want
of
respect
for
his
mother
!
Yes
,
that
is
quite
certain
!
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
"
He
caught
his
breath
,
and
began
to
cough
once
more
.
"
Come
,
that
is
enough
!
That
is
all
now
;
you
have
no
more
to
say
?
Now
go
to
bed
;
you
are
burning
with
fever
,
"
said
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
impatiently
.
Her
anxious
eyes
had
never
left
the
invalid
.
"
Good
heavens
,
he
is
going
to
begin
again
!
"
"
You
are
laughing
,
I
think
?
Why
do
you
keep
laughing
at
me
?
"
said
Hippolyte
irritably
to
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
,
who
certainly
was
laughing
.
"
I
only
want
to
know
,
Mr.
Hippolyte
--
excuse
me
,
I
forget
your
surname
.
"
