laughing, and turned upon him with irritation.
“Well, sir, I suppose you wanted to make me look ridiculous?”
“Heaven forbid!” he answered, with a forced smile.
“But I am more than ever struck by your eccentricity, Lizabetha Prokofievna. I admit that I told you of Lebedeff’s duplicity, on purpose. I knew the effect it would have on you, — on you alone, for the prince will forgive him. He has probably forgiven him already, and is racking his brains to find some excuse for him — is not that the truth, prince?”
He gasped as he spoke, and his strange agitation seemed to increase.