He even wanted to stop and to say some comforting word to her, but his legs carried him out of the room before he could think what to say.

The whole of that day he spent away from home, and when he came in late in the evening the maid told him that Anna Arkadyevna had a headache and begged him not to go in to her.

Never before had a day been passed in quarrel.

Today was the first time.

And this was not a quarrel.