control herself and began crying bitterly. He looked at her in gloomy misery. Five minutes passed.
“Of course you’re right, Sonia,” he said softly at last. He was suddenly changed. His tone of assumed arrogance and helpless defiance was gone. Even his voice was suddenly weak.
“I told you yesterday that I was not coming to ask forgiveness and almost the first thing I’ve said is to ask forgiveness. … I said that about Luzhin and Providence for my own sake. I was asking forgiveness, Sonia. …”
He tried to smile, but there was something helpless and incomplete in his pale smile. He bowed his head and hid his face in his hands.
And suddenly a strange, surprising sensation of a sort of bitter hatred for Sonia passed through his heart. As it were wondering and frightened of this sensation, he raised his head and