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"
But
at
the
same
time
you
would
be
very
glad
to
know
how
I
happened
to
meet
Aglaya
Ivanovna
this
morning
?
"
The
prince
finished
her
speech
for
her
with
the
utmost
composure
.
"
Well
,
what
then
?
Supposing
I
should
like
to
know
?
"
cried
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
,
blushing
.
"
I
'm
sure
I
am
not
afraid
of
plain
speaking
.
I
'm
not
offending
anyone
,
and
I
never
wish
to
,
and
--
"
"
Pardon
me
,
it
is
no
offence
to
wish
to
know
this
;
you
are
her
mother
.
We
met
at
the
green
bench
this
morning
,
punctually
at
seven
o'clock
,
--
according
to
an
agreement
made
by
Aglaya
Ivanovna
with
myself
yesterday
.
She
said
that
she
wished
to
see
me
and
speak
to
me
about
something
important
.
We
met
and
conversed
for
an
hour
about
matters
concerning
Aglaya
Ivanovna
herself
,
and
that
's
all
.
"
"
Of
course
it
is
all
,
my
friend
.
I
do
n't
doubt
you
for
a
moment
,
"
said
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
with
dignity
.
"
Well
done
,
prince
,
capital
!
"
cried
Aglaya
,
who
entered
the
room
at
this
moment
.
"
Thank
you
for
assuming
that
I
would
not
demean
myself
with
lies
.
Come
,
is
that
enough
,
mamma
,
or
do
you
intend
to
put
any
more
questions
?
"
"
You
know
I
have
never
needed
to
blush
before
you
,
up
to
this
day
,
though
perhaps
you
would
have
been
glad
enough
to
make
me
,
"
said
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
,
--
with
majesty
.
"
Good-bye
,
prince
;
forgive
me
for
bothering
you
.
I
trust
you
will
rest
assured
of
my
unalterable
esteem
for
you
.
"
The
prince
made
his
bows
and
retired
at
once
.
Alexandra
and
Adelaida
smiled
and
whispered
to
each
other
,
while
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
glared
severely
at
them
.
"
We
are
only
laughing
at
the
prince
's
beautiful
bows
,
mamma
,
"
said
Adelaida
.
"
Sometimes
he
bows
just
like
a
meal-sack
,
but
to-day
he
was
like
--
like
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
!
"
"
It
is
the
heart
which
is
the
best
teacher
of
refinement
and
dignity
,
not
the
dancing-master
,
"
said
her
mother
,
sententiously
,
and
departed
upstairs
to
her
own
room
,
not
so
much
as
glancing
at
Aglaya
.
When
the
prince
reached
home
,
about
nine
o'clock
,
he
found
Vera
Lebedeff
and
the
maid
on
the
verandah
.
They
were
both
busy
trying
to
tidy
up
the
place
after
last
night
's
disorderly
party
.
