months since) very accurately just now; but there is one thing which you did not mention, and of which you took no account, because you do not know. I mean her face —I looked at her face, you see. Even in the morning when I saw her portrait, I felt that I could not bear to look at it. Now, there’s Vera Lebedeff, for instance, her eyes are quite different, you know. I’m afraid of her face!” he added, with real alarm.
“You are afraid of it?”
“Yes—she’s mad!” he whispered, growing pale.
“Do you know this for certain?” asked Evgenie, with the greatest curiosity.
“Yes, for certain—quite for certain, now! I have discovered it absolutely for certain, these last few days.”
“What are you doing, then?” cried Evgenie, in horror. “You must be marrying her solely out of fear , then! I can’t make head or tail of it, prince. Perhaps you don’t even love her?”