“I don’t know⁠—perhaps⁠—by morning it will be.”

“I’ve covered her with oilcloth⁠—best American oilcloth, and put the sheet over that, and four jars of disinfectant, on account of the smell⁠—as they did at Moscow⁠—you remember? And she’s lying so still; you shall see, in the morning, when it’s light. What! can’t you get up?” asked Rogojin, seeing the other was trembling so that he could not rise from his seat.

“My legs won’t move,” said the prince; “it’s fear, I know. When my fear is over, I’ll get up⁠—”

“Wait a bit⁠—I’ll make the bed, and you can lie down. I’ll lie down, too, and we’ll listen and watch, for I don’t know yet what I shall do⁠ ⁠… I tell you beforehand, so that you may be ready in case I⁠—”