“In the first place allow me to learn your name from yourself,” Varvara Petrovna pronounced in measured and impressive tones.

“Captain Lebyadkin,” thundered the captain. “I have come, madam⁠ ⁠…” He made a movement again.

“Allow me!” Varvara Petrovna checked him again. “Is this unfortunate person who interests me so much really your sister?”

“My sister, madam, who has escaped from control, for she is in a certain condition.⁠ ⁠…”

He suddenly faltered and turned crimson. “Don’t misunderstand me, madam,” he said, terribly confused. “Her own brother’s not going to throw mud at her⁠ ⁠… in a certain condition doesn’t mean in such a condition⁠ ⁠… in the sense of an injured reputation⁠ ⁠… in the last stage⁠ ⁠…” he suddenly broke off.

“Sir!” said Varvara Petrovna, raising her head.