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When
the
child
at
last
was
still
,
and
had
been
put
in
a
deep
bed
,
and
the
nurse
,
after
smoothing
the
little
pillow
,
had
left
her
,
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
got
up
,
and
walking
awkwardly
on
tiptoe
,
approached
the
baby
.
For
a
minute
he
was
still
,
and
with
the
same
despondent
face
gazed
at
the
baby
;
but
all
at
once
a
smile
,
that
moved
his
hair
and
the
skin
of
his
forehead
,
came
out
on
his
face
,
and
he
went
as
softly
out
of
the
room
.
In
the
dining
-
room
he
rang
the
bell
,
and
told
the
servant
who
came
in
to
send
again
for
the
doctor
.
He
felt
vexed
with
his
wife
for
not
being
anxious
about
this
exquisite
baby
,
and
in
this
vexed
humor
he
had
no
wish
to
go
to
her
;
he
had
no
wish
,
either
,
to
see
Princess
Betsy
.
But
his
wife
might
wonder
why
he
did
not
go
to
her
as
usual
;
and
so
,
overcoming
his
disinclination
,
he
went
towards
the
bedroom
.
As
he
walked
over
the
soft
rug
towards
the
door
,
he
could
not
help
overhearing
a
conversation
he
did
not
want
to
hear
.
“
If
he
hadn
’
t
been
going
away
,
I
could
have
understood
your
answer
and
his
too
.
But
your
husband
ought
to
be
above
that
,
”
Betsy
was
saying
.
“
It
’
s
not
for
my
husband
;
for
myself
I
don
’
t
wish
it
.
Don
’
t
say
that
!
”
answered
Anna
’
s
excited
voice
.
“
Yes
,
but
you
must
care
to
say
good
-
bye
to
a
man
who
has
shot
himself
on
your
account
.
.
.
.
”
“
That
’
s
just
why
I
don
’
t
want
to
.
”
With
a
dismayed
and
guilty
expression
,
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
stopped
and
would
have
gone
back
unobserved
.
But
reflecting
that
this
would
be
undignified
,
he
turned
back
again
,
and
clearing
his
throat
,
he
went
up
to
the
bedroom
.
The
voices
were
silent
,
and
he
went
in
.
Anna
,
in
a
gray
dressing
gown
,
with
a
crop
of
short
clustering
black
curls
on
her
round
head
,
was
sitting
on
a
settee
.
The
eagerness
died
out
of
her
face
,
as
it
always
did
,
at
the
sight
of
her
husband
;
she
dropped
her
head
and
looked
round
uneasily
at
Betsy
.
Betsy
,
dressed
in
the
height
of
the
latest
fashion
,
in
a
hat
that
towered
somewhere
over
her
head
like
a
shade
on
a
lamp
,
in
a
blue
dress
with
violet
crossway
stripes
slanting
one
way
on
the
bodice
and
the
other
way
on
the
skirt
,
was
sitting
beside
Anna
,
her
tall
flat
figure
held
erect
.
Bowing
her
head
,
she
greeted
Alexey
Alexandrovitch
with
an
ironical
smile
.
“
Ah
!
”
she
said
,
as
though
surprised
.
“
I
’
m
very
glad
you
’
re
at
home
.
You
never
put
in
an
appearance
anywhere
,
and
I
haven
’
t
seen
you
ever
since
Anna
has
been
ill
.
I
have
heard
all
about
it
—
your
anxiety
.
Yes
,
you
’
re
a
wonderful
husband
!
”
she
said
,
with
a
meaning
and
affable
air
,
as
though
she
were
bestowing
an
order
of
magnanimity
on
him
for
his
conduct
to
his
wife
.
