As a relation he lives in their house.

And, as for Darya, Praskovya was in too much haste to apologise.

She must have kept something to herself, which she wouldn't tell me." By the morning Varvara Petrovna had matured a project for putting a stop once for all to one misunderstanding at least; a project amazing in its unexpectedness.

What was in her heart when she conceived it?
It would be hard to decide and I will not undertake to explain beforehand all the incongruities of which it was made up.

I simply confine myself as chronicler to recording events precisely as they happened, and it is not my fault if they seem incredible.