All night he was! haunted by those eyes.

The skillfully constructed barriers were broken down at last; he was in a shiver and a fever, and the next day he went to Mihalevitch.

From him he learnt that the name of the beauty was Varvara Pavlovna Korobyin; that the old people sitting with her in the box were her father and mother; and that he, Mihalevitch, had become acquainted with them a year before, while he was staying at Count N.'s, in the position of a tutor, near Moscow.

The enthusiast spoke in rapturous praise of Varvara Pavlovna.
"My dear fellow," he exclaimed with the impetuous ring in his voice peculiar to him, "that girl is a marvelous creature, a genius, an artist in the true sense of the word, and she is very good too." Noticing from Lavretsky's inquiries the impression Varvara Pavlovna had made on him, he himself proposed to introduce him to her, adding that he was like one of the family with them; that the general was not at all proud, and the mother was so stupid she could not say "Bo" to a goose.

Lavretsky blushed, muttered something unintelligible, and ran away.