2/29 Stepan Trofimovitch was wandering round the table and peeping into every corner of the room, unconscious of what he was doing. He was wearing his usual red knitted jacket, but seeing me, he hurriedly put on his coat and waistcoat--a thing he had never done before when any of his intimate friends found him in his jacket. He took me warmly by the hand at once. We must give Nastasya orders to lock the doors and not admit anyone, except, of course them.... _Vous comprenez ?_" He looked at me uneasily, as though expecting a reply. |