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Before
very
long
two
or
three
young
men
had
come
up
,
and
one
or
two
remained
to
talk
;
all
of
these
young
men
appeared
to
be
on
intimate
terms
with
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
.
Among
them
was
a
young
officer
,
a
remarkably
handsome
fellow
--
very
good-natured
and
a
great
chatterbox
.
He
tried
to
get
up
a
conversation
with
Aglaya
,
and
did
his
best
to
secure
her
attention
.
Aglaya
behaved
very
graciously
to
him
,
and
chatted
and
laughed
merrily
.
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
begged
the
prince
's
leave
to
introduce
their
friend
to
him
.
The
prince
hardly
realized
what
was
wanted
of
him
,
but
the
introduction
came
off
;
the
two
men
bowed
and
shook
hands
.
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
's
friend
asked
the
prince
some
question
,
but
the
latter
did
not
reply
,
or
if
he
did
,
he
muttered
something
so
strangely
indistinct
that
there
was
nothing
to
be
made
of
it
.
The
officer
stared
intently
at
him
,
then
glanced
at
Evgenie
,
divined
why
the
latter
had
introduced
him
,
and
gave
his
undivided
attention
to
Aglaya
again
.
Only
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
observed
that
Aglaya
flushed
up
for
a
moment
at
this
.
The
prince
did
not
notice
that
others
were
talking
and
making
themselves
agreeable
to
Aglaya
;
in
fact
,
at
moments
,
he
almost
forgot
that
he
was
sitting
by
her
himself
.
At
other
moments
he
felt
a
longing
to
go
away
somewhere
and
be
alone
with
his
thoughts
,
and
to
feel
that
no
one
knew
where
he
was
.
Or
if
that
were
impossible
he
would
like
to
be
alone
at
home
,
on
the
terrace
--
without
either
Lebedeff
or
his
children
,
or
anyone
else
about
him
,
and
to
lie
there
and
think
--
a
day
and
night
and
another
day
again
!
He
thought
of
the
mountains
--
and
especially
of
a
certain
spot
which
he
used
to
frequent
,
whence
he
would
look
down
upon
the
distant
valleys
and
fields
,
and
see
the
waterfall
,
far
off
,
like
a
little
silver
thread
,
and
the
old
ruined
castle
in
the
distance
.
Oh
!
how
he
longed
to
be
there
now
--
alone
with
his
thoughts
--
to
think
of
one
thing
all
his
life
--
one
thing
!
A
thousand
years
would
not
be
too
much
time
!
And
let
everyone
here
forget
him
--
forget
him
utterly
!
How
much
better
it
would
have
been
if
they
had
never
known
him
--
if
all
this
could
but
prove
to
be
a
dream
.
Perhaps
it
was
a
dream
!
Now
and
then
he
looked
at
Aglaya
for
five
minutes
at
a
time
,
without
taking
his
eyes
off
her
face
;
but
his
expression
was
very
strange
;
he
would
gaze
at
her
as
though
she
were
an
object
a
couple
of
miles
distant
,
or
as
though
he
were
looking
at
her
portrait
and
not
at
herself
at
all
.
"
Why
do
you
look
at
me
like
that
,
prince
?
"
she
asked
suddenly
,
breaking
off
her
merry
conversation
and
laughter
with
those
about
her
.
"
I
'm
afraid
of
you
!
You
look
as
though
you
were
just
going
to
put
out
your
hand
and
touch
my
face
to
see
if
it
's
real
!
Does
n't
he
,
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
--
does
n't
he
look
like
that
?
"
The
prince
seemed
surprised
that
he
should
have
been
addressed
at
all
;
he
reflected
a
moment
,
but
did
not
seem
to
take
in
what
had
been
said
to
him
;
at
all
events
,
he
did
not
answer
.
But
observing
that
she
and
the
others
had
begun
to
laugh
,
he
too
opened
his
mouth
and
laughed
with
them
.
The
laughter
became
general
,
and
the
young
officer
,
who
seemed
a
particularly
lively
sort
of
person
,
simply
shook
with
mirth
.
Aglaya
suddenly
whispered
angrily
to
herself
the
word
--
