“I've seen her. She's drinking tea with Pshekhotsky.”
“With her brother, you say.… Pshekhotsky, he's a rogue! When I ran away from Petersburg secretly, he found out about my flight and has stuck to me. What an amount of money he has been able to squeeze out of me during the whole of this time no one can calculate!”
I had not time to talk long to the Count. I rose and went to the door.
“Listen,” the Count stopped me. “I say, Serezha … that Urbenin won't stab me?”
“Did he stab Olga, then?”
“To be sure, he … I can't understand, however, how he came there! What the deuce brought him to the forest? And why just to that forest? Admitting that he hid himself there and waited for us, but how could he know that I wanted to stop just in that place and not in any other?”
“You don't understand anything,” I said. “By-the-by, once for all I must beg you.… If I undertake this case, please don't tell me your opinions. Have the goodness to answer my questions and nothing more.”
XXVI
When I left the Count I went to the room where Olga was lying.…[15]
A little blue lamp was burning in the room and faintly lighted up her face.… It was impossible either to read or write by its light. Olga was lying on her bed, her head bandaged up. One could only see her pale sharp nose and the eyelids that closed her eyes. At the moment I entered the room her bosom was bared and the doctors were placing a bag of ice on it.[16] Olga was therefore still alive. Two doctors were attending on her. When I entered, Pavel Ivanovich, screwing up his eyes, was auscultating her heart with much panting and puffing.