He lay down again, even closed his eyes, and lay for twenty minutes without uttering a word, so that I thought he was asleep or unconscious.

Suddenly he got up impulsively, pulled the towel off his head, jumped up from the sofa, rushed to the looking-glass, with trembling hands tied his cravat, and in a voice of thunder called to Nastasya, telling her to give him his overcoat, his new hat and his stick.
"I can bear no more," he said in a breaking voice.

"I can't, I can't! I am going myself." "Where ?" I cried, jumping up too.
"To Lembke.

_Cher,_ I ought, I am obliged.

It's my duty.