Again a flush of shame spread over her face; she recalled his composure, and a feeling of anger against him impelled her to tear the sheet with the phrase she had written into tiny bits.

" No need of anything," she said to herself, and closing her blotting-case she went upstairs, told the governess and the servants that she was going that day to Moscow, and at once set to work to pack up her things.

All the rooms of the summer villa were full of porters, gardeners, and footmen going to and fro carrying out things.

Cupboards and chests were open; twice they had sent to the shop for cord; pieces of newspaper were tossing about on the floor.