The morning I left I said good-bye to Princess Kouragine, and I reminded her that when I had said good-bye to her two years ago she had said to me, talking of Miss Brandon: "The man behaved well." I asked her which man she had meant. She said:
"I meant the other one."
"Which do you call the other one?" I asked.
She said she meant by the other one:
"Le grand amoureux."
I said I didn't know which of the two was the "grand amoureux."
"Oh, if you don't know that you know nothing," she said.
At that moment I had to go. The motor-bus was starting.
I feel that Princess Kouragine was right and that, after all, perhaps I know nothing.