RUDIN
to slander Rudin; but—who knows! very likely he has had time to change since those days—very possibly I am unjust to him.’
‘Ah! you see. So promise me that you will renew your acquaintance with him, and will get to know him thoroughly and then report your final opinion of him to me.’
‘As you please. But why are you so quiet, Sergeï Pavlitch?’
Volintsev started and raised his head, as though he had just waked up.
‘What can I say? I don’t know him. Besides, my head aches to-day.’
‘Yes, you look rather pale this evening,’ remarked Alexandra Pavlovna; ‘are you unwell?’
‘My head aches,’ repeated Volintsev, and he went away.
Alexandra Pavlovna and Lezhnyov looked after him, and exchanged glances, though they said nothing. What was passing in Volintsev’s heart was no mystery to either of them.
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