to throw it on another: you suffer too, and I shall feel better! And can you love such a mean
“But aren’t you suffering, too?” cried Sonia.
Again a wave of the same feeling surged into his heart, and again for an instant softened it.
“Sonia, I have a bad heart, take note of that. It may explain a great deal. I have come because I am bad. There are men who wouldn’t have come. But I am a coward and … a mean wretch. But … never mind! That’s not the point. I must speak now, but I don’t know how to begin.”
He paused and sank into thought.
“Ach, we are so different,” he cried again, “we are not alike. And why, why did I come? I shall never forgive myself that.”
“No, no, it was a good thing you came,” cried Sonia. “It’s