“You do not believe me?” he said.
“That you mean to marry me? It will never be. I’ll rather hang myself. So there!”
“Well, still I shall go on serving you.”
“That’s your affair, only I don’t want anything from you. I am telling you the plain truth,” she said. “Oh, why did I not die then?” she added, and began to cry piteously.
Nekhludoff could not speak; her tears infected him.
She lifted her eyes, looked at him in surprise, and began to wipe her tears with her kerchief.
The jailer came up again and reminded them that it was time to part.
Maslova rose.
“You are excited. If it is possible, I shall come again tomorrow; you think it over,” said Nekhludoff.
She gave him no answer and, without looking up, followed the jailer out of the room.