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To
serve
her
brother
's
interests
,
Varvara
Ardalionovna
was
constantly
at
the
Epanchins
'
house
,
helped
by
the
fact
that
in
childhood
she
and
Gania
had
played
with
General
Ivan
Fedorovitch
's
daughters
.
It
would
have
been
inconsistent
with
her
character
if
in
these
visits
she
had
been
pursuing
a
chimera
;
her
project
was
not
chimerical
at
all
;
she
was
building
on
a
firm
basis
--
on
her
knowledge
of
the
character
of
the
Epanchin
family
,
especially
Aglaya
,
whom
she
studied
closely
.
All
Varvara
's
efforts
were
directed
towards
bringing
Aglaya
and
Gania
together
.
Perhaps
she
achieved
some
result
;
perhaps
,
also
,
she
made
the
mistake
of
depending
too
much
upon
her
brother
,
and
expecting
more
from
him
than
he
would
ever
be
capable
of
giving
.
However
this
may
be
,
her
manoeuvres
were
skilful
enough
.
For
weeks
at
a
time
she
would
never
mention
Gania
.
Her
attitude
was
modest
but
dignified
,
and
she
was
always
extremely
truthful
and
sincere
.
Examining
the
depths
of
her
conscience
,
she
found
nothing
to
reproach
herself
with
,
and
this
still
further
strengthened
her
in
her
designs
.
But
Varvara
Ardalionovna
sometimes
remarked
that
she
felt
spiteful
;
that
there
was
a
good
deal
of
vanity
in
her
,
perhaps
even
of
wounded
vanity
.
She
noticed
this
at
certain
times
more
than
at
others
,
and
especially
after
her
visits
to
the
Epanchins
.
Today
,
as
I
have
said
,
she
returned
from
their
house
with
a
heavy
feeling
of
dejection
.
There
was
a
sensation
of
bitterness
,
a
sort
of
mocking
contempt
,
mingled
with
it
.
Arrived
at
her
own
house
,
Varia
heard
a
considerable
commotion
going
on
in
the
upper
storey
,
and
distinguished
the
voices
of
her
father
and
brother
.
On
entering
the
salon
she
found
Gania
pacing
up
and
down
at
frantic
speed
,
pale
with
rage
and
almost
tearing
his
hair
.
She
frowned
,
and
subsided
on
to
the
sofa
with
a
tired
air
,
and
without
taking
the
trouble
to
remove
her
hat
.
She
very
well
knew
that
if
she
kept
quiet
and
asked
her
brother
nothing
about
his
reason
for
tearing
up
and
down
the
room
,
his
wrath
would
fall
upon
her
head
.
So
she
hastened
to
put
the
question
:
"
The
old
story
,
eh
?
"
"
Old
story
?
No
!
Heaven
knows
what
's
up
now
--
I
do
n't
!
Father
has
simply
gone
mad
;
mother
's
in
floods
of
tears
.
Upon
my
word
,
Varia
,
I
must
kick
him
out
of
the
house
;
or
else
go
myself
,
"
he
added
,
probably
remembering
that
he
could
not
well
turn
people
out
of
a
house
which
was
not
his
own
.
"
You
must
make
allowances
,
"
murmured
Varia
.
"
Make
allowances
?
For
whom
?
Him
--
the
old
blackguard
?
No
,
no
,
Varia
--
that
wo
n't
do
!
It
wo
n't
do
,
I
tell
you
!
And
look
at
the
swagger
of
the
man
!
He
's
all
to
blame
himself
,
and
yet
he
puts
on
so
much
'
side
'
that
you
'd
think
--
my
word
!
--
'
It
's
too
much
trouble
to
go
through
the
gate
,
you
must
break
the
fence
for
me
!
'
That
's
the
sort
of
air
he
puts
on
;
but
what
's
the
matter
with
you
,
Varia
?
What
a
curious
expression
you
have
!
"
"
I
'm
all
right
,
"
said
Varia
,
in
a
tone
that
sounded
as
though
she
were
all
wrong
.
