for all, every one of us, have wronged one another,
all are guilty!"

"That's a very good saying, I think, sir."

"Yes, yes.... I feel that I am speaking well. I shall speak to them very
well, but what was the chief thing I meant to say? I keep losing the
thread and forgetting.... Will you allow me to remain with you? I
feel that the look in your eyes and... I am surprised in fact at your
manners. You are simple-hearted, you call me 'sir,' and turn your cup
upside down on your saucer... and that horrid lump of sugar; but there's
something charming about you, and I see from your features.... Oh,
don't blush and don't be afraid of me as a man. _Chere et incomparable,
pour moi une femme c'est tout._ I can't live without a woman, but only
at her side, only at her side... I am awfully muddled, awfully. I can't
remember what I meant to say. Oh, blessed is he to whom God always sends
a woman and... and I fancy, indeed, that I am in a sort of ecstasy.
There's a lofty idea in the open road too! That's what I meant to say,
that's it--about the idea. Now I've remembered it, but I kept losing it
before. And why have they taken us farther. It was nice there too, but
here--_cela devien trop froid. A propos, j'ai en tout quarante roubles
et voila cet argent,_ take it, take it, I can't take care of it, I shall
lose it or it will be taken away from me.... I seem to be sleepy, I've
a giddiness in my head. Yes, I am giddy, I am giddy, I am giddy. Oh, how
kind you are, what's that you are wrapping me up in?"

"You are certainly in a regular fever and I've covered you with my rug;
only about the money, I'd rather."

"Oh, for God's sake, _n'en parlons plus parce que cela me fait mal._ Oh,
how kind you are!"

He ceased speaking, and with strange suddenness dropped into a feverish
shivery sleep. The road by which they drove the twelve miles was not a
smooth one, and their carriage jolted cruelly. Stepan Trofimovitch woke
up frequently, quickly raised his head from the little pillow which
Sofya Matveyevna had slipped under it, clutched her by the hand and
asked "Are you here?" as though he were afraid she had left him. He told
her, too, that he had dreamed of gaping jaws full of teeth, and that he
had very much disliked it. Sofya Matveyevna was in great anxiety about
him.

They were driven straight up to a large cottage with a frontage of
four windows and other rooms in the yard. Stepan Trofimovitch waked up,
hurriedly went in and walke