“My brother did not expect this in the least,” muttered Alyosha. “He was sure she would not come—”
“No doubt. Let us leave that,” she snapped. “Listen: I can’t go with you to the funeral now. I’ve sent them flowers. I think they still have money. If necessary, tell them I’ll never abandon them. … Now leave me, leave me, please. You are late as it is—the bells are ringing for the service. … Leave me, please!”