to-day he certainly did drive him away. That was so. And Luzhin got angry, too... He made speeches here, wanted to show off his learning and he went out crest-fallen...”

“Then it’s true?” cried Pulcheria Alexandrovna.

“Good-bye till to-morrow, brother,” said Dounia compassionately — ”let us go, mother... Good-bye, Rodya.”

“Do you hear, sister,” he repeated after them, making a last effort, “I am not delirious; this marriage is — an infamy. Let me act like a scoundrel, but you mustn’t... one is enough... and though I am a scoundrel, I wouldn’t own such a sister. It’s me or Luzhin! Go now...”

“But you’re out of your mind! Despot!”