At that instant Insarov uttered a slight moan; she trembled all over, clutched at her head, then began untying the strings of her hat.
‘What are you doing?’ Bersenyev asked her.
‘I will stay here.’
‘You will stay—for long?’
‘I don’t know, perhaps all day, the night, always—I don’t know.’
‘For God’s sake, Elena Nikolaevna, control yourself. I could not of course have any expectation of seeing you here; but still I—assume you have come for a short time. Remember they may miss you at home.’
‘What then?’
‘They will look for you—find you——’
‘What then?’
‘Elena Nikolaevna! You see. He cannot now protect you.’