“Why better?” she asked.
“I think the people are better. Here are none such as there must be there.”
“There are many good ones there,” she said.
“I have been seeing about the Menshoffs, and hope they will be liberated,” said Nekhludoff.
“God grant they may. Such a splendid old woman,” she said, again repeating her opinion of the old woman, and slightly smiling.
“I am going to Petersburg to-day. Your case will come on soon, and I hope the sentence will be repealed.”
“Whether it is repealed or not won’t matter now,” she said.
“Why not now?”
“So,” she said, looking with a quick, questioning glance into his eyes.
Nekhludoff understood the word and the look to mean that she wished to know whether he still kept firm to his decision or had accepted her refusal.