“Was it addressed to him? What kind of correspondence?”
“If it interests you, we will open it before you.”
“My God! My God!” she gasped. “Where have you found this correspondence? Where? Tell me where!”
“I will tell you. At the villa, in his chamber. We forced the lock of his bureau.”
She seemed to breathe again, but her father took her brutally by the arm.
“Come, Natacha, you are going to tell us what that man was doing here to-night.”
“In her chamber!” cried Matrena Petrovna.
Natacha turned toward Matrena:
“What do you believe, then? Tell me now.”
“And I, what ought I to believe?” muttered Feodor. “You have not told me yet. You did not know that man had relations with my enemies. You are innocent of that, perhaps. I wish to think so. I wish it, in the name of Heaven I wish it. But why did you receive him? Why? Why did you bring him in here, as a robber or as a...”