"Why were they killed? Who killed them?" asked Natalia Ivanovna.
"Those who forcibly brought them here," said Nekhludoff excitedly, feeling that she took the same view of this as her husband.
"Oh, my God!" said Agrippina Petrovna, coming nearer to them.
"Yes, we have no conception of the life these unfortunates are leading, and it is necessary to know it," Nekhludoff added, looking at the old Prince, who, sitting at the table with a napkin tucked under his chin and a large glass before him, at that moment glanced at Nekhludoff.
"Nekhludoff," he shouted. "Won't you take sauce to cool off? It is excellent stuff."
Nekhludoff refused and turned away.
"But what will you do?" continued Natalia Ivanovna.
"I will do what I can. I do not know what, but I feel that I must do something. And I will do what I can."
"Yes, yes, I understand that. And what about him?" she said, smiling and nodding in the direction of Korchagin. "Is it really all over?"
"Yes, it is and I think without regret on either side."