in the sense of an injured reputation...

in the last stage..." he suddenly broke off.
"Sir!" said Varvara Petrovna, raising her head.
"In this condition!" he concluded suddenly, tapping the middle of his forehead with his finger.
A pause followed.
"And has she suffered in this way for long ?" asked Varvara Petrovna, with a slight drawl.
"Madam, I have come to thank you for the generosity you showed in the porch, in a Russian, brotherly way." "Brotherly ?" "I mean, not brotherly, but simply in the sense that I am my sister's brother; and believe me, madam," he went on more hurriedly, turning crimson again, "I am not so uneducated as I may appear at first sight in your drawing-room.

My sister and I are nothing, madam, compared with the luxury we observe here.

Having enemies who slander us, besides.

But on the question of reputation Lebyadkin is proud, madam...