You ought not, you have no right to compromise yourself further by being my confederate.

_Oh, croyez-moi, je serai calme._ I feel that I am at this moment _a la hauteur de tout ce que il y a de plus sacre...._" "I may perhaps go into the house with you," I interrupted him.

"I had a message from their stupid committee yesterday through Vysotsky that they reckon on me and invite me to the _fete_ to-morrow as one of the stewards or whatever it is...

one of the six young men whose duty it is to look after the trays, wait on the ladies, take the guests to their places, and wear a rosette of crimson and white ribbon on the left shoulder.

I meant to refuse, but now why shouldn't I go into the house on the excuse of seeing Yulia Mihailovna herself about it ?...