“Forgive! ... Will you forgive me, Jennie? Will you forgive? ...”
“Yes, my boy! ... Yes, my fine one! ... Yes...yes...”
She tenderly, softly, like a mother, stroked his closely cropped harsh head and gave him, a slight shove into the corridor.
“Where are you bound now?” she sent after him, half opening her door.
“I’ll take my comrade right away, and then home.”
“As you know best! ... God bless you, dearie!”
“Forgive me! ... Forgive me! ...” once more repeated Kolya, stretching out his hands to her.
“I’ve already told you, my splendid boy...And you forgive me too...For we won’t see each other anymore!”
And she, having closed the door, was left alone.
In the corridor Gladishev hesitated, because he did not know how to find the room to which Petrov had retired with Tamara. But the housekeeper Zociya helped him, running past him very quickly, and with a very anxious, alarmed air.