“She mustn’t be worried. So now we part till the end comes.”
“You still insist on expecting the end?”
“Yes, I’m sure of it.”
“But nothing in the world ever has an end.”
“This will have an end. Then call me. I’ll come. Now, good-bye.”
“And what sort of end will it be?” smiled Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch.
“You’re not wounded, and … have not shed blood?” she asked, not answering his question.
“It was stupid. I didn’t kill anyone. Don’t be uneasy. However, you’ll hear all about it to-day from every one. I’m not quite well.”
“I’m going. The announcement of the marriage won’t be to-day?” she added irresolutely.
“It won’t be to-day, and it won’t be to-morrow. I can’t say about the day after to-morrow. Perhaps we shall all be dead, and so much the better. Leave me alone, leave me alone, do.”