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"
What
are
you
making
such
a
fuss
about
?
"
said
the
old
lady
,
with
annoyance
.
"
You
are
a
good
fellow
,
but
very
silly
.
One
gives
you
a
halfpenny
,
and
you
are
as
grateful
as
though
one
had
saved
your
life
.
You
think
this
is
praiseworthy
on
your
part
,
but
it
is
not
--
it
is
not
,
indeed
.
"
She
seemed
to
be
very
angry
,
but
suddenly
burst
out
laughing
,
quite
good-humouredly
.
Lizabetha
Prokofievna
's
face
brightened
up
,
too
;
so
did
that
of
General
Epanchin
.
"
I
told
you
Lef
Nicolaievitch
was
a
man
--
a
man
--
if
only
he
would
not
be
in
such
a
hurry
,
as
the
princess
remarked
,
"
said
the
latter
,
with
delight
.
Aglaya
alone
seemed
sad
and
depressed
;
her
face
was
flushed
,
perhaps
with
indignation
.
"
He
really
is
very
charming
,
"
whispered
the
old
dignitary
to
Ivan
Petrovitch
.
"
I
came
into
this
room
with
anguish
in
my
heart
,
"
continued
the
prince
,
with
ever-growing
agitation
,
speaking
quicker
and
quicker
,
and
with
increasing
strangeness
.
"
I
--
I
was
afraid
of
you
all
,
and
afraid
of
myself
.
I
was
most
afraid
of
myself
.
When
I
returned
to
Petersburg
,
I
promised
myself
to
make
a
point
of
seeing
our
greatest
men
,
and
members
of
our
oldest
families
--
the
old
families
like
my
own
.
I
am
now
among
princes
like
myself
,
am
I
not
?
I
wished
to
know
you
,
and
it
was
necessary
,
very
,
very
necessary
.
I
had
always
heard
so
much
that
was
evil
said
of
you
all
--
more
evil
than
good
;
as
to
how
small
and
petty
were
your
interests
,
how
absurd
your
habits
,
how
shallow
your
education
,
and
so
on
.
There
is
so
much
written
and
said
about
you
!
I
came
here
today
with
anxious
curiosity
;
I
wished
to
see
for
myself
and
form
my
own
convictions
as
to
whether
it
were
true
that
the
whole
of
this
upper
stratum
of
Russian
society
is
worthless
,
has
outlived
its
time
,
has
existed
too
long
,
and
is
only
fit
to
die
--
and
yet
is
dying
with
petty
,
spiteful
warring
against
that
which
is
destined
to
supersede
it
and
take
its
place
--
hindering
the
Coming
Men
,
and
knowing
not
that
itself
is
in
a
dying
condition
.
I
did
not
fully
believe
in
this
view
even
before
,
for
there
never
was
such
a
class
among
us
--
excepting
perhaps
at
court
,
by
accident
--
or
by
uniform
;
but
now
there
is
not
even
that
,
is
there
?
It
has
vanished
,
has
it
not
?
"
"
No
,
not
a
bit
of
it
,
"
said
Ivan
Petrovitch
,
with
a
sarcastic
laugh
.
"
Good
Lord
,
he
's
off
again
!
"
said
Princess
Bielokonski
,
impatiently
.
