At first I was angry with her but now I see that she is helpless.

There will be terrible things afterwards, Ivan Andreievitch!" he cried.
"I think she understands him better than we do." "I have never," he said vehemently, "hated a man in my life as I hate him." But in spite of his passionate declaration he was obviously reassured by my defence of him.

He was quiet suddenly, looked at the view mildly and, in a moment, thought me the best friend he had in the world--in the Russian manner.
"You see, Ivan Andreievitch," he said, looking at me with the eyes of an unnaturally wise baby, "that I cannot help wishing that my wife were here to advise Marie Ivanovna.

She would have loved my wife very much, as every one did, and would have confided in her.

That would have helped a girl who, like Marie Ivanovna, is ignorant of the world and the loves of men." "You miss your wife very much ?" I asked.
"There is not a moment of the day but I do not think of her," he answered very solemnly, staring in front of him.