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"
He
is
a
nice
fellow
,
but
a
little
too
simple
,
"
said
Adelaida
,
as
the
prince
left
the
room
.
"
He
is
,
indeed
,
"
said
Alexandra
;
"
almost
laughably
so
at
times
.
"
Neither
one
nor
the
other
seemed
to
give
expression
to
her
full
thoughts
.
"
He
got
out
of
it
very
neatly
about
our
faces
,
though
,
"
said
Aglaya
.
"
He
flattered
us
all
round
,
even
mamma
.
"
"
Nonsense
!
"
cried
the
latter
.
"
He
did
not
flatter
me
.
It
was
I
who
found
his
appreciation
flattering
.
I
think
you
are
a
great
deal
more
foolish
than
he
is
.
He
is
simple
,
of
course
,
but
also
very
knowing
.
Just
like
myself
.
"
"
How
stupid
of
me
to
speak
of
the
portrait
,
"
thought
the
prince
as
he
entered
the
study
,
with
a
feeling
of
guilt
at
his
heart
,
"
and
yet
,
perhaps
I
was
right
after
all
.
"
He
had
an
idea
,
unformed
as
yet
,
but
a
strange
idea
.
Gavrila
Ardalionovitch
was
still
sitting
in
the
study
,
buried
in
a
mass
of
papers
.
He
looked
as
though
he
did
not
take
his
salary
from
the
public
company
,
whose
servant
he
was
,
for
a
sinecure
.
He
grew
very
wroth
and
confused
when
the
prince
asked
for
the
portrait
,
and
explained
how
it
came
about
that
he
had
spoken
of
it
.
"
Oh
,
curse
it
all
,
"
he
said
;
"
what
on
earth
must
you
go
blabbing
for
?
You
know
nothing
about
the
thing
,
and
yet
--
idiot
!
"
he
added
,
muttering
the
last
word
to
himself
in
irrepressible
rage
.
"
I
am
very
sorry
;
I
was
not
thinking
at
the
time
.
I
merely
said
that
Aglaya
was
almost
as
beautiful
as
Nastasia
Philipovna
.
"
