And why does she write to me, 'love Dounia, Rodya, and she loves you more than herself'?
Has she a secret conscience-prick at sacrificing her daughter to her son?
'You are our one comfort, you are everything to us.' Oh, mother!" His bitterness grew more and more intense, and if he had happened to meet Mr.Luzhin at the moment, he might have murdered him.
"Hm...

yes, that's true," he continued, pursuing the whirling ideas that chased each other in his brain, "it is true that 'it needs time and care to get to know a man,' but there is no mistake about Mr.Luzhin.

The chief thing is he is 'a man of business and _seems_ kind,' that was something, wasn't it, to send the bags and big box for them! A kind man, no doubt after that! But his _bride_ and her mother are to drive in a peasant's cart covered with sacking (I know, I have been driven in it).

No matter! It is only ninety versts and then they can 'travel very comfortably, third class,' for a thousand versts! Quite right, too.

One must cut one's coat according to one's cloth, but what about you, Mr.
Luzhin?
She is your bride....