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"
If
you
do
not
turn
those
dreadful
people
out
of
the
house
this
very
instant
,
I
shall
hate
you
all
my
life
--
all
my
life
!
"
It
was
Aglaya
.
She
seemed
almost
in
a
frenzy
,
but
she
turned
away
before
the
prince
could
look
at
her
.
However
,
there
was
no
one
left
to
turn
out
of
the
house
,
for
they
had
managed
meanwhile
to
get
Hippolyte
into
the
cab
,
and
it
had
driven
off
.
"
Well
,
how
much
longer
is
this
going
to
last
,
Ivan
Fedorovitch
?
What
do
you
think
?
Shall
I
soon
be
delivered
from
these
odious
youths
?
"
"
My
dear
,
I
am
quite
ready
;
naturally
...
the
prince
.
"
Ivan
Fedorovitch
held
out
his
hand
to
Muishkin
,
but
ran
after
his
wife
,
who
was
leaving
with
every
sign
of
violent
indignation
,
before
he
had
time
to
shake
it
.
Adelaida
,
her
fiance
,
and
Alexandra
,
said
good-bye
to
their
host
with
sincere
friendliness
.
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
did
the
same
,
and
he
alone
seemed
in
good
spirits
.
"
What
I
expected
has
happened
!
But
I
am
sorry
,
you
poor
fellow
,
that
you
should
have
had
to
suffer
for
it
,
"
he
murmured
,
with
a
most
charming
smile
.
Aglaya
left
without
saying
good-bye
.
But
the
evening
was
not
to
end
without
a
last
adventure
.
An
unexpected
meeting
was
yet
in
store
for
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
.
She
had
scarcely
descended
the
terrace
steps
leading
to
the
high
road
that
skirts
the
park
at
Pavlofsk
,
when
suddenly
there
dashed
by
a
smart
open
carriage
,
drawn
by
a
pair
of
beautiful
white
horses
.
Having
passed
some
ten
yards
beyond
the
house
,
the
carriage
suddenly
drew
up
,
and
one
of
the
two
ladies
seated
in
it
turned
sharp
round
as
though
she
had
just
caught
sight
of
some
acquaintance
whom
she
particularly
wished
to
see
.
"
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
!
Is
that
you
?
"
cried
a
clear
,
sweet
voice
,
which
caused
the
prince
,
and
perhaps
someone
else
,
to
tremble
.
"
Well
,
I
am
glad
I
've
found
you
at
last
!
I
've
sent
to
town
for
you
twice
today
myself
!
My
messengers
have
been
searching
for
you
everywhere
!
"
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
stood
on
the
steps
like
one
struck
by
lightning
.
Mrs.
Epanchin
stood
still
too
,
but
not
with
the
petrified
expression
of
Evgenie
.
She
gazed
haughtily
at
the
audacious
person
who
had
addressed
her
companion
,
and
then
turned
a
look
of
astonishment
upon
Evgenie
himself
.
