"I gave that life up long ago," said he, wondering at the change in her face, and trying to divine its meaning.
" And I confess," he said, with a smile, showing his thick, white teeth, "this week I've been, as it were, looking at myself in a glass, seeing that life, and I didn't like it.
" She held the work in her hands, but did not crochet, and looked at him with strange, shining, and hostile eyes.
"This morning Liza came to see me--they're not afraid to call on me, in spite of the Countess Lidia Ivanovna," she put in--"and she told me about your Athenian evening.
How loathsome!" "I was just going to say..." She interrupted him.