“H’m! and instead of a bad action, your excellency has detailed one of your noblest deeds,” said Ferdishenko. “Ferdishenko is ‘done.
“Dear me, general,” said Nastasia Philipovna, absently, “I really never imagined you had such a good heart.”
The general laughed with great satisfaction, and applied himself once more to the champagne.
It was now Totski’s turn, and his story was awaited with great curiosity — while all eyes turned on Nastasia Philipovna, as though anticipating that his revelation must be connected somehow with her. Nastasia, during the whole of his story, pulled at the lace trimming of her sleeve,