very generous letter from him...." "You hesitate, you pick out your words.

That's enough! Stepan Trofimovitch, I request a great favour from you." She suddenly turned to him with flashing eyes.

"Kindly leave us at once, and never set foot in my house again." I must beg the reader to remember her recent "exaltation," which had not yet passed.

It's true that Stepan Trofimovitch was terribly to blame! But what was a complete surprise to me then was the wonderful dignity of his bearing under his son's "accusation," which he had never thought of interrupting, and before Varvara Petrovna's "denunciation." How did he come by such spirit?
I only found out one thing, that he had certainly been deeply wounded at his first meeting with Petrusha, by the way he had embraced him.

It was a deep and genuine grief; at least in his eyes and to his heart.