the morning. Be sure to. I have a word to say to you tomorrow. Will you come?”
“Yes.”
“When you come, pretend you’ve come of your own accord to ask after me. Don’t tell anyone I told you to. Don’t say a word to Ivan.”
“Very well.”
“Goodbye, my angel. You stood up for me, just now. I shall never forget it. I’ve a word to say to you tomorrow—but I must think about it.”
“And how do you feel now?”
“I shall get up tomorrow and go out, perfectly well, perfectly well!”
Crossing the yard Alyosha found Ivan sitting on the bench at the gateway. He was sitting writing something in pencil in his notebook. Alyosha told Ivan that their father had waked up, was conscious, and had let him go back to sleep at the monastery.
“Alyosha, I should be very glad to meet