Stepan Arkadyevitch glanced at his watch.

"Why, good heavens, it's four already, and I've still to go to

Dolgovushin's! So please come round to dinner. You can't

imagine how you will grieve my wife and me."

The way in which Alexey Alexandrovitch saw his brother-in-law out

was very different from the manner in which he had met him.

"I've promised, and I'll come," he answered wearily.

"Believe me, I appreciate it, and I hope you won't regret it,"

answered Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling.

And, putting on his coat as he went, he patted the footman on the

head, chuckled, and went out.

"At five o'clock, and not evening dress, please," he shouted once

more, turning at the door.




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