PART IV
11. CHAPTER XI.
(continued)
All around, on the bed, on a chair beside it, on the floor, were
scattered the different portions of a magnificent white silk
dress, bits of lace, ribbons and flowers. On a small table at the
bedside glittered a mass of diamonds, torn off and thrown down
anyhow. From under a heap of lace at the end of the bed peeped a
small white foot, which looked as though it had been chiselled
out of marble; it was terribly still.
The prince gazed and gazed, and felt that the more he gazed the
more death-like became the silence. Suddenly a fly awoke
somewhere, buzzed across the room, and settled on the pillow. The
prince shuddered.
"Let's go," said Rogojin, touching his shoulder. They left the
alcove and sat down in the two chairs they had occupied before,
opposite to one another. The prince trembled more and more
violently, and never took his questioning eyes off Rogojin's
face.
"I see you are shuddering, Lef Nicolaievitch," said the latter,
at length, "almost as you did once in Moscow, before your fit;
don't you remember? I don't know what I shall do with you--"
The prince bent forward to listen, putting all the strain he
could muster upon his understanding in order to take in what
Rogojin said, and continuing to gaze at the latter's face.
"Was it you?" he muttered, at last, motioning with his head
towards the curtain.
"Yes, it was I," whispered Rogojin, looking down.
Neither spoke for five minutes.
"Because, you know," Rogojin recommenced, as though continuing a
former sentence, "if you were ill now, or had a fit, or screamed,
or anything, they might hear it in the yard, or even in the
street, and guess that someone was passing the night in the
house. They would all come and knock and want to come in, because
they know I am not at home. I didn't light a candle for the same
reason. When I am not here--for two or three days at a time, now
and then--no one comes in to tidy the house or anything; those
are my orders. So that I want them to not know we are spending
the night here--"
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