“Thank God; I was afraid the same thing as yesterday was beginning again,” said Pulcheria Alexandrovna, crossing herself.

“What is the matter, Rodya?” asked Avdotya Romanovna, distrustfully.

“Oh, nothing! I remembered something,” he answered, and suddenly laughed.

“Well, if you remembered something; that’s all right!⁠ ⁠… I was beginning to think⁠ ⁠…” muttered Zossimov, getting up from the sofa. “It is time for me to be off. I will look in again perhaps⁠ ⁠… if I can⁠ ⁠…” He made his bows, and went out.

“What an excellent man!” observed Pulcheria Alexandrovna.