And as the prince sat dreaming in the Summer Garden under a lime-tree, a wicked demon had come and whispered in his car: “Rogojin has been spying upon you and watching you all the morning in a frenzy of desperation. When he finds you have not gone to Pavlofsk⁠—a terrible discovery for him⁠—he will surely go at once to that house in Petersburg Side, and watch for you there, although only this morning you gave your word of honour not to see