“Oh, how you are suffering!” she muttered in distress, looking intently at him.
“It’s all nonsense. … Listen, Sonia.” He suddenly smiled, a pale helpless smile for two seconds. “You remember what I meant to tell you yesterday?”
Sonia waited uneasily.
“I said as I went away that perhaps I was saying goodbye forever, but that if I came today I would tell you who … who killed Lizaveta.”
She began trembling all over.
“Well, here I’ve come to tell you.”
“Then you really meant it yesterday?” she whispered with difficulty. “How do you know?” she asked quickly, as though suddenly regaining her reason.
Sonia’s face grew paler and paler, and she breathed painfully.
“I know.”
She paused a minute.
“Have they found him?” she asked timidly.
“No.”
“Then how do you know about it ?” she asked again, hardly audibly and again after a minute’s pause.