“No, you’d better let me go into the other room,” she faltered, “or else there’s no knowing what people may think.⁠ ⁠…”

She tore herself away at last; he let her go, promising her to go to bed at once. As they parted he complained that he had a bad headache. Sofya Matveyevna had on entering the cottage left her bag and things in the first room, meaning to spend the night with the people of the house; but she got no rest.