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sorry for this unfortunate fellow, somehow or other,โ€ said Vera indecisively.

โ€œThere is nothing to feel sorry for,โ€ said Nikolay sharply turning around, already in the doorway. โ€œIf a man of our circle had permitted himself to send this bracelet and the letter, Prince Vasily would have had to challenge him to a duel. And if he would not have done it, I certainly would. And if this had happened a good many years ago, the chances are I would have ordered him taken to my stable and flogged there. Wait for me tomorrow at your office, Vasilyโ โ€”I shall let you know by telephone.โ€

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The filthy staircase smelled of mice, cats, kerosene, and washings. On the sixth floor, Prince Vasily Lvovich stopped for a moment.

โ€œWait a few seconds,โ€ said he to his brother-in-law. โ€œLet me rest awhile. I am afraid we should not have done this, Kolya.โ€

They went up another two flights. It was so dark in the hall that Nikolay Nikolayevich had to light two matches before he finally found the number of the apartment he was looking for.

When he rang the bell the door was opened by a stout, gray-haired woman, with her body bent forward a little, as though by some disease.

โ€œIs Mr. Zheltkov in?โ€ asked Nikolay Nikolayevich.

The woman looked hastily and in confusion from one to the other, and back again. The respectable appearance of both of them evidently reassured her.

โ€œYes, he is in. Step in, please,โ€ said she, opening the door. โ€œFirst door to the left.โ€

Bulat-Tuganovsky knocked three times. A rustle was heard inside the room. He knocked again.

โ€œCome in,โ€ was heard weakly from the room.

The room was very low but very large, and almost square in shape. Two round windows, that reminded one of steamer windows, lighted it dimly. The whole room looked more like the cabin of a freight-steamer. A narrow bed stood against one of its walls, a very large and broad divan covered with a worn, though still beautiful carpet, rested against another, and a table with a colored Little-Russian cloth stood in the middle.

The face of the occupant of this room was not visible at first, as he was standing with his back to the light, rubbing his hands in confusion. He was tall and thin, with long, soft hair.

โ€œMr. Zheltkov, if I am not mistaken?โ€ asked Nikolay Nikolayevich haughtily.

โ€œYes. I am very glad to see you.โ€ He made two steps in the direction toward Tuganovsky with his hand outstretched, but at that moment, as though not noting his greeting, Nikolay Nikolayevich turned around to where Sheyin was standing.

โ€œI told you that we did not make any mistake.โ€

Zheltkovโ€™s thin, nervous ringers moved rapidly up and down the front of his brown coat, unbuttoning it and buttoning it again. Finally he said, bowing awkwardly and pointing to the divan:

โ€œWonโ€™t you be seated, please?โ€

Now his face was visible. It was very pale, almost effeminate, with blue eyes and a dimpled chin that indicated stubbornness. He looked about thirty or thirty-five.

โ€œThank you,โ€ said Prince Sheyin, looking at him attentively.

โ€œMerci,โ€ replied Nikolay Nikolayevich. Both remained standing. โ€œWe came here only for a few minutes. This is Prince Vasily Lvovich Sheyin, president of the local Assembly of Nobles. My name is Mirza-Bulat-Tuganovsky. I am assistant district attorney. The matter about which I shall have the honor of speaking to you concerns equally both the prince and myself, or, rather, the princeโ€™s wife, and my sister.โ€

Zheltkov became even more confused, sat down silently on the divan and whispered, โ€œWonโ€™t you be seated?โ€ but, evidently recalling that he had already invited them to be seated, he jumped up to his feet, ran over to the window, and then returned to his old place. And again his trembling fingers moved up and down the front of his coat, tugging at the buttons, then moving up to his face and touching his light mustache.

โ€œI am at your service, your Highness,โ€ said he in a dull voice, looking at Vasily Lvovich with entreaty in his eyes.

But Sheyin remained silent, while Nikolay Nikolayevich began to talk.

โ€œIn the first place, allow us to return you this thing,โ€ said he taking the red case out of his pocket and placing it on the table. โ€œNo doubt it does honor to your taste, but we would ask you to see that such surprises are not repeated any more.โ€

โ€œI beg your pardon.โ โ€Šโ โ€ฆ I realize myself that I was a fool,โ€ whispered Zheltkov, blushing and looking down on the floor. โ€œMay I offer you some tea?โ€

โ€œNow you see, Mr. Zheltkov,โ€ continued Nikolay Nikolayevich, as though he did not hear Zheltkovโ€™s last words, โ€œI am very glad to find you a gentleman, and one who understands things perfectly. It seems to me that we will be able to come to an understanding very soon. Unless I am mistaken, you have been writing letters to Vera Nikolayevna for seven or eight years?โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ answered Zheltkov quietly, lowering his eyelashes reverently.

โ€œUntil the present time we did not undertake anything against you, although, as you will yourself agree, we not only could have, but should have done it.โ€

โ€œYes.โ€

โ€œYes. But your last action in sending this bracelet of garnets carried you beyond the limit of our patience. Do you understand? Our patience is at an end. I shall be frank with you. Our first thought was to seek the aid of the authorities. But we did not do that, and I am very glad that we didnโ€™t, because, I repeat, I realized immediately that you are a man of nobleness of mind.โ€

โ€œI beg your pardon. What did you say just then?โ€ suddenly asked Zheltkov and laughed. โ€œYou wanted to seek the aid of the authorities? Isnโ€™t that what you said?โ€ He put his hands in his pockets, sat down comfortably on the divan, then took out a cigarette-case and matches, and lighted a cigarette.

โ€œAnd so you said that you were going to seek the aid of the authorities? You will excuse me for sitting down, wonโ€™t you?โ€ said he, turning to

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