believe it?” said the invalid, with a nervous laugh. “I don’t wonder, but the prince will have no difficulty in believing it; he will not be at all surprised.”
“Do you hear, prince — do you hear that?” said Lizabetha Prokofievna, turning towards him.
There was laughter in the group around her, and Lebedeff stood before her gesticulating wildly.
“He declares that your humbug of a landlord revised this gentleman’s article — the article that was read aloud just now — in which you got such a charming dressing-down.”
The prince regarded Lebedeff with astonishment.
“Why don’t you