We sent for the doctor, and all night long I cared for her.

Toward daylight she grew calmer, and we became reconciled under the influence of that feeling which we called 'love.' The next morning, when, after the reconciliation, I confessed to her that I was jealous of Troukhatchevsky, she was not at all embarrassed, and began to laugh in the most natural way, so strange did the possibility of being led astray by such a man appear to her.
"'With such a man can an honest woman entertain any feeling beyond the pleasure of enjoying music with him?
But if you like, I am ready to never see him again, even on Sunday, although everybody has been invited.

Write him that I am indisposed, and that will end the matter.

Only one thing annoys me,--that any one could have thought him dangerous.

I am too proud not to detest such thoughts.' "And she did not lie.