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“
The
question
of
her
feelings
,
of
what
has
passed
and
may
be
passing
in
her
soul
,
that
’
s
not
my
affair
;
that
’
s
the
affair
of
her
conscience
,
and
falls
under
the
head
of
religion
,
”
he
said
to
himself
,
feeling
consolation
in
the
sense
that
he
had
found
to
which
division
of
regulating
principles
this
new
circumstance
could
be
properly
referred
.
“
And
so
,
”
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
said
to
himself
,
“
questions
as
to
her
feelings
,
and
so
on
,
are
questions
for
her
conscience
,
with
which
I
can
have
nothing
to
do
.
My
duty
is
clearly
defined
.
As
the
head
of
the
family
,
I
am
a
person
bound
in
duty
to
guide
her
,
and
consequently
,
in
part
the
person
responsible
;
I
am
bound
to
point
out
the
danger
I
perceive
,
to
warn
her
,
even
to
use
my
authority
.
I
ought
to
speak
plainly
to
her
.
”
And
everything
that
he
would
say
tonight
to
his
wife
took
clear
shape
in
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
’
s
head
.
Thinking
over
what
he
would
say
,
he
somewhat
regretted
that
he
should
have
to
use
his
time
and
mental
powers
for
domestic
consumption
,
with
so
little
to
show
for
it
,
but
,
in
spite
of
that
,
the
form
and
contents
of
the
speech
before
him
shaped
itself
as
clearly
and
distinctly
in
his
head
as
a
ministerial
report
.
“
I
must
say
and
express
fully
the
following
points
:
first
,
exposition
of
the
value
to
be
attached
to
public
opinion
and
to
decorum
;
secondly
,
exposition
of
religious
significance
of
marriage
;
thirdly
,
if
need
be
,
reference
to
the
calamity
possibly
ensuing
to
our
son
;
fourthly
,
reference
to
the
unhappiness
likely
to
result
to
herself
”
And
,
interlacing
his
fingers
,
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
stretched
them
,
and
the
joints
of
the
fingers
cracked
.
This
trick
,
a
bad
habit
,
the
cracking
of
his
fingers
,
always
soothed
him
,
and
gave
precision
to
his
thoughts
,
so
needful
to
him
at
this
juncture
.
There
was
the
sound
of
a
carriage
driving
up
to
the
front
door
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
halted
in
the
middle
of
the
room
.
A
woman
’
s
step
was
heard
mounting
the
stairs
.
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
ready
for
his
speech
,
stood
compressing
his
crossed
fingers
,
waiting
to
see
if
the
crack
would
not
come
again
.
One
joint
cracked
.
Already
,
from
the
sound
of
light
steps
on
the
stairs
,
he
was
aware
that
she
was
close
,
and
though
he
was
satisfied
with
his
speech
,
he
felt
frightened
of
the
explanation
confronting
him
.
.
.
.
Anna
came
in
with
hanging
head
,
playing
with
the
tassels
of
her
hood
.
Her
face
was
brilliant
and
glowing
;
but
this
glow
was
not
one
of
brightness
;
it
suggested
the
fearful
glow
of
a
conflagration
in
the
midst
of
a
dark
night
.
On
seeing
her
husband
,
Anna
raised
her
head
and
smiled
,
as
though
she
had
just
waked
up
.
“
You
’
re
not
in
bed
?
What
a
wonder
!
”
she
said
,
letting
fall
her
hood
,
and
without
stopping
,
she
went
on
into
the
dressing
-
room
.
“
It
’
s
late
,
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
,
”
she
said
,
when
she
had
gone
through
the
doorway
.
“
Anna
,
it
’
s
necessary
for
me
to
have
a
talk
with
you
.
”
