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But
alas
!
at
the
German
lady
's
house
they
did
not
even
appear
to
understand
what
he
wanted
.
After
a
while
,
by
means
of
certain
hints
,
he
was
able
to
gather
that
Nastasia
must
have
had
a
quarrel
with
her
friend
two
or
three
weeks
ago
,
since
which
date
the
latter
had
neither
heard
nor
seen
anything
of
her
.
He
was
given
to
understand
that
the
subject
of
Nastasia
's
present
whereabouts
was
not
of
the
slightest
interest
to
her
;
and
that
Nastasia
might
marry
all
the
princes
in
the
world
for
all
she
cared
!
So
Muishkin
took
his
leave
hurriedly
.
It
struck
him
now
that
she
might
have
gone
away
to
Moscow
just
as
she
had
done
the
last
time
,
and
that
Rogojin
had
perhaps
gone
after
her
,
or
even
with
her
.
If
only
he
could
find
some
trace
!
However
,
he
must
take
his
room
at
the
hotel
;
and
he
started
off
in
that
direction
.
Having
engaged
his
room
,
he
was
asked
by
the
waiter
whether
he
would
take
dinner
;
replying
mechanically
in
the
affirmative
,
he
sat
down
and
waited
;
but
it
was
not
long
before
it
struck
him
that
dining
would
delay
him
.
Enraged
at
this
idea
,
he
started
up
,
crossed
the
dark
passage
(
which
filled
him
with
horrible
impressions
and
gloomy
forebodings
)
,
and
set
out
once
more
for
Rogojin
's
.
Rogojin
had
not
returned
,
and
no
one
came
to
the
door
.
He
rang
at
the
old
lady
's
door
opposite
,
and
was
informed
that
Parfen
Semionovitch
would
not
return
for
three
days
.
The
curiosity
with
which
the
old
servant
stared
at
him
again
impressed
the
prince
disagreeably
.
He
could
not
find
the
porter
this
time
at
all
.
As
before
,
he
crossed
the
street
and
watched
the
windows
from
the
other
side
,
walking
up
and
down
in
anguish
of
soul
for
half
an
hour
or
so
in
the
stifling
heat
.
Nothing
stirred
;
the
blinds
were
motionless
;
indeed
,
the
prince
began
to
think
that
the
apparition
of
Rogojin
's
face
could
have
been
nothing
but
fancy
.
Soothed
by
this
thought
,
he
drove
off
once
more
to
his
friends
at
the
Ismailofsky
barracks
.
He
was
expected
there
.
The
mother
had
already
been
to
three
or
four
places
to
look
for
Nastasia
,
but
had
not
found
a
trace
of
any
kind
.
The
prince
said
nothing
,
but
entered
the
room
,
sat
down
silently
,
and
stared
at
them
,
one
after
the
other
,
with
the
air
of
a
man
who
can
not
understand
what
is
being
said
to
him
.
It
was
strange
--
one
moment
he
seemed
to
be
so
observant
,
the
next
so
absent
;
his
behaviour
struck
all
the
family
as
most
remarkable
.
At
length
he
rose
from
his
seat
,
and
begged
to
be
shown
Nastasia
's
rooms
.
The
ladies
reported
afterwards
how
he
had
examined
everything
in
the
apartments
.
He
observed
an
open
book
on
the
table
,
Madam
Bovary
,
and
requested
the
leave
of
the
lady
of
the
house
to
take
it
with
him
.
He
had
turned
down
the
leaf
at
the
open
page
,
and
pocketed
it
before
they
could
explain
that
it
was
a
library
book
.
He
had
then
seated
himself
by
the
open
window
,
and
seeing
a
card-table
,
he
asked
who
played
cards
.
He
was
informed
that
Nastasia
used
to
play
with
Rogojin
every
evening
,
either
at
"
preference
"
or
"
little
fool
,
"
or
"
whist
"
;
that
this
had
been
their
practice
since
her
last
return
from
Pavlofsk
;
that
she
had
taken
to
this
amusement
because
she
did
not
like
to
see
Rogojin
sitting
silent
and
dull
for
whole
evenings
at
a
time
;
that
the
day
after
Nastasia
had
made
a
remark
to
this
effect
,
Rogojin
had
whipped
a
pack
of
cards
out
of
his
pocket
.
Nastasia
had
laughed
,
but
soon
they
began
playing
.
The
prince
asked
where
were
the
cards
,
but
was
told
that
Rogojin
used
to
bring
a
new
pack
every
day
,
and
always
carried
it
away
in
his
pocket
.
The
good
ladies
recommended
the
prince
to
try
knocking
at
Rogojin
's
once
more
--
not
at
once
,
but
in
the
evening
.
Meanwhile
,
the
mother
would
go
to
Pavlofsk
to
inquire
at
Dana
Alexeyevna
's
whether
anything
had
been
heard
of
Nastasia
there
.
The
prince
was
to
come
back
at
ten
o'clock
and
meet
her
,
to
hear
her
news
and
arrange
plans
for
the
morrow
.
In
spite
of
the
kindly-meant
consolations
of
his
new
friends
,
the
prince
walked
to
his
hotel
in
inexpressible
anguish
of
spirit
,
through
the
hot
,
dusty
streets
,
aimlessly
staring
at
the
faces
of
those
who
passed
him
.
Arrived
at
his
destination
,
he
determined
to
rest
awhile
in
his
room
before
he
started
for
Rogojin
's
once
more
.
He
sat
down
,
rested
his
elbows
on
the
table
and
his
head
on
his
hands
,
and
fell
to
thinking
.
Heaven
knows
how
long
and
upon
what
subjects
he
thought
.
He
thought
of
many
things
--
of
Vera
Lebedeff
,
and
of
her
father
;
of
Hippolyte
;
of
Rogojin
himself
,
first
at
the
funeral
,
then
as
he
had
met
him
in
the
park
,
then
,
suddenly
,
as
they
had
met
in
this
very
passage
,
outside
,
when
Rogojin
had
watched
in
the
darkness
and
awaited
him
with
uplifted
knife
.
The
prince
remembered
his
enemy
's
eyes
as
they
had
glared
at
him
in
the
darkness
.
He
shuddered
,
as
a
sudden
idea
struck
him
.
