She said the very thing that he had just said to himself.
But now he was no longer thinking so, but felt altogether different. He felt not only shame, but pity.
"Is it possible that all is at an end between us?" he said.
"Yes, it looks like it," she answered, with a strange smile.
"But nevertheless I would like to be useful to you."
"To us," she said, glancing at Nekhludoff. "We don't need anything. I am very much obliged to you. If it were not for you"—she wished to say something, but her voice began to tremble.
"I don't know which of us is under greater obligation to the other. God will settle our accounts," said Nekhludoff.
"Yes, God will settle them," she whispered.
"Are you ready?" asked the Englishman.
"Directly," answered Nekhludoff, and then he inquired of her what she knew of Kryltzoff.