Varvara Petrovna took up her umbrella.
"I see it's no use talking to you now...." _"Oui, oui, je suis incapable."_ "But by to-morrow you'll have rested and thought it over.

Stay at home.
If anything happens let me know, even if it's at night.

Don't write letters, I shan't read them.

To-morrow I'll come again at this time alone, for a final answer, and I trust it will be satisfactory.

Try to have nobody here and no untidiness, for the place isn't fit to be seen.
Nastasya, Nastasya!" The next day, of course, he consented, and, indeed, he could do nothing else.