‘Ask him in,’ he said, ‘and you, sister,’ he added, turning to Alexandra Pavlovna, ‘leave us alone.’
‘But why?’ she was beginning.
‘I have a good reason,’ he interrupted, passionately. ‘I beg you to leave us.’
Rudin entered. Volintsev, standing in the middle of the room, received him with a chilly bow, without offering his hand.
‘Confess you did not expect me,’ began Rudin, and he laid his hat down by the window. His lips were slightly twitching. He was ill at ease, but tried to conceal his embarrassment.
‘I did not expect you, certainly,’ replied Volintsev, ‘after yesterday. I should have more readily expected some one with a special message from you.’
‘I understand what you mean,’ said Rudin, taking a seat, ‘and am very grateful for your frankness. It is far better so. I have come myself to you, as to a man of honour.’
‘Cannot we dispense with compliments?’ observed Volintsev.
‘I want to explain to you why I have come.’
‘We are acquainted; why should you not come? Besides, this is not the first time you have honoured me with a visit.’