Yourii gave another frightened glance at his sister, and met her sad eyes. In confusion he turned to Schafroff, and said hastily:
“Have you read Charles Bradlaugh?”
“Yes, we read some of his works with Dubova, and Sina Karsavina. Most interesting.”
“Yes. Oh! have they come back?”
“Yes.”
“Since when?” asked Yourii, hiding his emotion.
“Since the day before yesterday.”
“Oh! really!” replied Yourii, as he watched Lialia. He felt ashamed and afraid in her presence, as if he had deceived her.
For a moment Lialia stood there irresolute, touching things nervously on the table. Then she approached the door.
“Oh! what have I done!” thought Yourii, as, sincerely grieved, he listened to the sound of her faltering footsteps. As she went towards the other room, Lialia, doubting and distressed, felt as if she were frozen. It seemed as though she were wandering in a dark wood. She glanced at a mirror, and saw the reflection of her own rueful countenance.