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The
amiable
and
undoubtedly
witty
Prince
N.
could
not
but
feel
that
he
was
as
a
sun
,
risen
for
one
night
only
to
shine
upon
the
Epanchin
drawing-room
.
He
accounted
them
immeasurably
his
inferiors
,
and
it
was
this
feeling
which
caused
his
special
amiability
and
delightful
ease
and
grace
towards
them
.
He
knew
very
well
that
he
must
tell
some
story
this
evening
for
the
edification
of
the
company
,
and
led
up
to
it
with
the
inspiration
of
anticipatory
triumph
.
The
prince
,
when
he
heard
the
story
afterwards
,
felt
that
he
had
never
yet
come
across
so
wonderful
a
humorist
,
or
such
remarkable
brilliancy
as
was
shown
by
this
man
;
and
yet
if
he
had
only
known
it
,
this
story
was
the
oldest
,
stalest
,
and
most
worn-out
yarn
,
and
every
drawing-room
in
town
was
sick
to
death
of
it
.
It
was
only
in
the
innocent
Epanchin
household
that
it
passed
for
a
new
and
brilliant
tale
--
as
a
sudden
and
striking
reminiscence
of
a
splendid
and
talented
man
.
Even
the
German
poet
,
though
as
amiable
as
possible
,
felt
that
he
was
doing
the
house
the
greatest
of
honours
by
his
presence
in
it
.
But
the
prince
only
looked
at
the
bright
side
;
he
did
not
turn
the
coat
and
see
the
shabby
lining
.
Aglaya
had
not
foreseen
that
particular
calamity
.
She
herself
looked
wonderfully
beautiful
this
evening
.
All
three
sisters
were
dressed
very
tastefully
,
and
their
hair
was
done
with
special
care
.
Aglaya
sat
next
to
Evgenie
Pavlovitch
,
and
laughed
and
talked
to
him
with
an
unusual
display
of
friendliness
Evgenie
himself
behaved
rather
more
sedately
than
usual
,
probably
out
of
respect
to
the
dignitary
.
Evgenie
had
been
known
in
society
for
a
long
while
.
He
had
appeared
at
the
Epanchins
'
today
with
crape
on
his
hat
,
and
Princess
Bielokonski
had
commended
this
action
on
his
part
.
Not
every
society
man
would
have
worn
crape
for
"
such
an
uncle
.
"
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
had
liked
it
also
,
but
was
too
preoccupied
to
take
much
notice
.
The
prince
remarked
that
Aglaya
looked
attentively
at
him
two
or
three
times
,
and
seemed
to
be
satisfied
with
his
behaviour
.
Little
by
little
he
became
very
happy
indeed
.
All
his
late
anxieties
and
apprehensions
(
after
his
conversation
with
Lebedeff
)
now
appeared
like
so
many
bad
dreams
--
impossible
,
and
even
laughable
.
He
did
not
speak
much
,
only
answering
such
questions
as
were
put
to
him
,
and
gradually
settled
down
into
unbroken
silence
,
listening
to
what
went
on
,
and
steeped
in
perfect
satisfaction
and
contentment
.
Little
by
little
a
sort
of
inspiration
,
however
,
began
to
stir
within
him
,
ready
to
spring
into
life
at
the
right
moment
.
When
he
did
begin
to
speak
,
it
was
accidentally
,
in
response
to
a
question
,
and
apparently
without
any
special
object
.
