"Well, I'll come too, then."

"No, why should you?"

"Why not? why not? why not?" said Kitty, opening her eyes wide,

and clutching at Varenka's parasol, so as not to let her go.

"No, wait a minute; why not?"

"Oh, nothing; your father has come, and besides, they will feel

awkward at your helping."

"No, tell me why you don't want me to be often at the Petrovs'.

You don't want me to--why not?"

"I didn't say that," said Varenka quietly.

"No, please tell me!"

"Tell you everything?" asked Varenka.

"Everything, everything!" Kitty assented.

"Well, there's really nothing of any consequence; only that

Mihail Alexeyevitch" (that was the artist's name) "had meant to

leave earlier, and now he doesn't want to go away," said Varenka,

smiling.

"Well, well!" Kitty urged impatiently, looking darkly at Varenka.

"Well, and for some reason Anna Pavlovna told him that he didn't

want to go because you are here. Of course, that was nonsense;

but there was a dispute over it--over you. You know how

irritable these sick people are."

Kitty, scowling more than ever, kept silent, and Varenka went on

speaking alone, trying to soften or soothe her, and seeing a

storm coming--she did not know whether of tears or of words.

"So you'd better not go.... You understand; you won't be

offended?..."

"And it serves me right! And it serves me right!" Kitty cried

quickly, snatching the parasol out of Varenka's hand, and looking

past her friend's face.

Varenka felt inclined to smile, looking at her childish fury, but

she was afraid of wounding her.

"How does it serve you right? I don't understand," she said.

"It serves me right, because it was all sham; because it was all

done on purpose, and not from the heart. What business had I to

interfere with outsiders? And so it's come about that I'm a

cause of quarrel, and that I've done what nobody asked me to do.

Because it was all a sham! a sham! a sham!..."

"A sham! with what object?" said Varenka gently.

"Oh, it's so idiotic! so hateful! There was no need whatever for

me.... Nothing but sham!" she said, opening and shutting the

parasol.

"But with what object?"

"To seem better to people, to myself, to God; to deceive

everyone. No! now I won't descend to that. I'll be bad; but

anyway not a liar, a cheat."




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