Peredonov tried to recall Pilnikov to his mind, but somehow he could not clearly visualise him. Until now, he had given little attention to this new pupil, and detested him for his prettiness and cleanness, and because he conducted himself so quietly, worked well, and was the youngest of the students in the fifth form. But now Varvara's story aroused in him a mischievous curiosity. Immodest thoughts slowly stirred in his obscure mind.
"I must go to Vespers," he thought, "and take a look at this disguised girl."
Suddenly Klavdia came in rejoicing and threw on the table a piece of crumpled blue paper and exclaimed:
"There! You blamed me for taking the raisins, but what's this? As if I needed your raisins."
Peredonov guessed what was the matter; he had forgotten to throw the paper bag away in the street and now Klavdia had found it in his overcoat pocket.
"Oh! The devil!" he exclaimed.
"What is it? Where did you get it?" cried Varvara.
"I found it in Ardalyon Borisitch's pocket," said Klavdia triumphantly. "He ate them himself and I'm blamed for it. Everyone knows that Ardalyon Borisitch likes sweet things. But why should it be put on others when ..."
"Don't go so fast," said Peredonov, "you're telling lies. You put it there yourself. I didn't touch them."
"Why should I do that, God forgive you!" said Klavdia, nonplussed.