" Just as it always seems that one bruises oneself on a sore place, so Stepan Arkadyevitch felt now that the conversation would by ill luck fall every moment on Alexey Alexandrovitch's sore spot.

He would again have got his brother-in-law away, but Alexey Alexandrovitch himself inquired, with curiosity: "What did Pryatchnikov fight about?" "His wife.

Acted like a man, he did! Called him out and shot him!" "Ah!" said Alexey Alexandrovitch indifferently, and lifting his eyebrows, he went into the drawing room.

"How glad I am you have come," Dolly said with a frightened smile, meeting him in the outer drawing room.