His wounded pride tortured him. His daughter⁠—his⁠—brought up in the house of her mother, the famous Avdotia Borisovna, whom the Empress honoured with her visits, and acquaintance with whom was an honour for all the world! His daughter⁠—; and he had lived his life as a knight of old, knowing neither fear nor blame. The fact that he had a natural son born of a Frenchwoman, whom he had settled abroad, did not lower his own self-esteem. And now this daughter, for whom he had not only done everything that a father could and should do; this daughter to whom he had given a splendid education and every opportunity to make a match in the best Russian society⁠—this daughter to whom he had not only given all that a girl could desire, but whom he had really loved ; whom he had admired, been proud of⁠—this daughter had repaid him with such disgrace, that he was ashamed and could not face the eyes of men!