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"
Ah
!
that
is
what
you
feared
!
It
was
inevitable
,
you
say
!
Well
,
let
me
tell
you
that
if
I
hate
anyone
here
--
I
hate
you
all
,
"
he
cried
,
in
a
hoarse
,
strained
voice
--
"
but
you
,
you
,
with
your
jesuitical
soul
,
your
soul
of
sickly
sweetness
,
idiot
,
beneficent
millionaire
--
I
hate
you
worse
than
anything
or
anyone
on
earth
!
I
saw
through
you
and
hated
you
long
ago
;
from
the
day
I
first
heard
of
you
.
I
hated
you
with
my
whole
heart
.
You
have
contrived
all
this
!
You
have
driven
me
into
this
state
!
You
have
made
a
dying
man
disgrace
himself
.
You
,
you
,
you
are
the
cause
of
my
abject
cowardice
!
I
would
kill
you
if
I
remained
alive
!
I
do
not
want
your
benefits
;
I
will
accept
none
from
anyone
;
do
you
hear
?
Not
from
any
one
!
I
want
nothing
!
I
was
delirious
,
do
not
dare
to
triumph
!
I
curse
every
one
of
you
,
once
for
all
!
"
Breath
failed
him
here
,
and
he
was
obliged
to
stop
.
"
He
is
ashamed
of
his
tears
!
"
whispered
Lebedeff
to
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
.
"
It
was
inevitable
.
Ah
!
what
a
wonderful
man
the
prince
is
!
He
read
his
very
soul
.
"
But
Mrs.
Epanchin
would
not
deign
to
look
at
Lebedeff
.
Drawn
up
haughtily
,
with
her
head
held
high
,
she
gazed
at
the
"
riff-raff
,
"
with
scornful
curiosity
.
When
Hippolyte
had
finished
,
Ivan
Fedorovitch
shrugged
his
shoulders
,
and
his
wife
looked
him
angrily
up
and
down
,
as
if
to
demand
the
meaning
of
his
movement
.
Then
she
turned
to
the
prince
.
"
Thanks
,
prince
,
many
thanks
,
eccentric
friend
of
the
family
,
for
the
pleasant
evening
you
have
provided
for
us
.
I
am
sure
you
are
quite
pleased
that
you
have
managed
to
mix
us
up
with
your
extraordinary
affairs
.
It
is
quite
enough
,
dear
family
friend
;
thank
you
for
giving
us
an
opportunity
of
getting
to
know
you
so
well
.
"
She
arranged
her
cloak
with
hands
that
trembled
with
anger
as
she
waited
for
the
"
riff-raff
"
to
go
.
The
cab
which
Lebedeff
's
son
had
gone
to
fetch
a
quarter
of
an
hour
ago
,
by
Doktorenko
's
order
,
arrived
at
that
moment
.
The
general
thought
fit
to
put
in
a
word
after
his
wife
.
"
Really
,
prince
,
I
hardly
expected
after
--
after
all
our
friendly
intercourse
--
and
you
see
,
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
--
"
"
Papa
,
how
can
you
?
"
cried
Adelaida
,
walking
quickly
up
to
the
prince
and
holding
out
her
hand
.
He
smiled
absently
at
her
;
then
suddenly
he
felt
a
burning
sensation
in
his
ear
as
an
angry
voice
whispered
:
