I went up to the bed. Olga's eyes were turned on me.
“Where am I?” she asked.
“Olga Nikolaevna!” I began, “do you know me?”
During several seconds Olga looked at me and then closed her eyes.
“Yes!” she groaned. “Yes!”
“I am Zinov'ev, the examining magistrate. I had the honour of being acquainted with you, and if you remember, I was best man at your wedding.…”
“Is it thou?” Olga whispered, stretching out her left arm. “Sit down.…”
“She is delirious!” Screw sighed.
“I am Zinov'ev, the magistrate,” I continued. “If you remember, I was at the shooting party. How do you feel?”
“Ask essential questions!” the district doctor whispered to me. “I cannot answer for the consciousness being lasting.…”