"Yes," murmured the young girl.
"Well, now he may return," said the general.
Vaninka remained silent, her eyes fixed, her lips trembling.
"Return!" she said, after a moment's silence.
"Yes, certainly return. We shall be most unfortunate," continued the general, smiling, "if we cannot find someone in the house who knows where he is. Come, Vaninka, tell me the place of his exile, and I will undertake the rest."
"Nobody knows where Foedor is," murmured Vaninka in a hollow voice; "nobody but God, nobody!"
"What!" said the general, "he has sent you no news since the day he left?"
Vaninka shook her head in denial. She was so heart-broken that she could not speak.
The general in his turn became gloomy. "Do you fear some misfortune, then?" said he.
"I fear that I shall never be happy again on earth," cried Vaninka, giving way under the pressure of her grief; then she continued at once, "Let me retire, father; I am ashamed of what I have said."