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"
Laissez-le
dire
!
He
is
trembling
all
over
,
"
said
the
old
man
,
in
a
warning
whisper
.
The
prince
certainly
was
beside
himself
.
"
Well
?
What
have
I
seen
?
"
he
continued
.
"
I
have
seen
men
of
graceful
simplicity
of
intellect
;
I
have
seen
an
old
man
who
is
not
above
speaking
kindly
and
even
listening
to
a
boy
like
myself
;
I
see
before
me
persons
who
can
understand
,
who
can
forgive
--
kind
,
good
Russian
hearts
--
hearts
almost
as
kind
and
cordial
as
I
met
abroad
.
Imagine
how
delighted
I
must
have
been
,
and
how
surprised
!
Oh
,
let
me
express
this
feeling
!
I
have
so
often
heard
,
and
I
have
even
believed
,
that
in
society
there
was
nothing
but
empty
forms
,
and
that
reality
had
vanished
;
but
I
now
see
for
myself
that
this
can
never
be
the
case
here
,
among
us
--
it
may
be
the
order
elsewhere
,
but
not
in
Russia
.
Surely
you
are
not
all
Jesuits
and
deceivers
!
I
heard
Prince
N.
'
s
story
just
now
.
Was
it
not
simple-minded
,
spontaneous
humour
?
Could
such
words
come
from
the
lips
of
a
man
who
is
dead
?
--
a
man
whose
heart
and
talents
are
dried
up
?
Could
dead
men
and
women
have
treated
me
so
kindly
as
you
have
all
been
treating
me
to-day
?
Is
there
not
material
for
the
future
in
all
this
--
for
hope
?
Can
such
people
fail
to
understand
?
Can
such
men
fall
away
from
reality
?
"
"
Once
more
let
us
beg
you
to
be
calm
,
my
dear
boy
.
We
'll
talk
of
all
this
another
time
--
I
shall
do
so
with
the
greatest
pleasure
,
for
one
,
"
said
the
old
dignitary
,
with
a
smile
.
Ivan
Petrovitch
grunted
and
twisted
round
in
his
chair
.
General
Epanchin
moved
nervously
.
The
latter
's
chief
had
started
a
conversation
with
the
wife
of
the
dignitary
,
and
took
no
notice
whatever
of
the
prince
,
but
the
old
lady
very
often
glanced
at
him
,
and
listened
to
what
he
was
saying
.
"
No
,
I
had
better
speak
,
"
continued
the
prince
,
with
a
new
outburst
of
feverish
emotion
,
and
turning
towards
the
old
man
with
an
air
of
confidential
trustfulness
.
"
Yesterday
,
Aglaya
Ivanovna
forbade
me
to
talk
,
and
even
specified
the
particular
subjects
I
must
not
touch
upon
--
she
knows
well
enough
that
I
am
odd
when
I
get
upon
these
matters
.
I
am
nearly
twenty-seven
years
old
,
and
yet
I
know
I
am
little
better
than
a
child
.
I
have
no
right
to
express
my
ideas
,
and
said
so
long
ago
.
Only
in
Moscow
,
with
Rogojin
,
did
I
ever
speak
absolutely
freely
!
He
and
I
read
Pushkin
together
--
all
his
works
.
Rogojin
knew
nothing
of
Pushkin
,
had
not
even
heard
his
name
.
I
am
always
afraid
of
spoiling
a
great
Thought
or
Idea
by
my
absurd
manner
.
I
have
no
eloquence
,
I
know
.
I
always
make
the
wrong
gestures
--
inappropriate
gestures
--
and
therefore
I
degrade
the
Thought
,
and
raise
a
laugh
instead
of
doing
my
subject
justice
.
I
have
no
sense
of
proportion
either
,
and
that
is
the
chief
thing
.
I
know
it
would
be
much
better
if
I
were
always
to
sit
still
and
say
nothing
.
When
I
do
so
,
I
appear
to
be
quite
a
sensible
sort
of
a
person
,
and
what
's
more
,
I
think
about
things
.
But
now
I
must
speak
;
it
is
better
that
I
should
.
I
began
to
speak
because
you
looked
so
kindly
at
me
;
you
have
such
a
beautiful
face
.
I
promised
Aglaya
Ivanovna
yesterday
that
I
would
not
speak
all
the
evening
.
"
"
Really
?
"
said
the
old
man
,
smiling
.
"
But
,
at
times
,
I
ca
n't
help
thinking
that
I
am
wrong
in
feeling
so
about
it
,
you
know
.
Sincerity
is
more
important
than
elocution
,
is
n't
it
?
"
