She remained silent for two or three minutes.

“And when you were getting yourself up for Dasha you sprinkled yourself with scent,” she said suddenly, in a terrible whisper.

Stepan Trofimovitch was dumbfounded.

“You put on a new tie⁠ ⁠…”

Again silence for two minutes.

“Do you remember the cigar?”

“My friend,” he faltered, overcome with horror.