imagine you exactly as you are — I seemed to have seen you somewhere.”
“Where — where?”
“I seem to have seen your eyes somewhere; but it cannot be!
I have not seen you — I never was here before. I may have dreamed of you, I don’t know.”
The prince said all this with manifest effort — in broken sentences, and with many drawings of breath. He was evidently much agitated. Nastasia Philipovna looked at him inquisitively, but did not laugh.
“Bravo, prince!” cried Ferdishenko, delighted.
At this moment a loud voice from behind the group which hedged in the