"Yes, I forgive you; but it's terrible!" But his happiness was so immense that this confession did not shatter it, it only added another shade to it.

She forgave him; but from that time more than ever he considered himself unworthy of her, morally bowed down lower than ever before her, and prized more highly than ever his undeserved happiness.

Unconsciously going over in his memory the conversations that had taken place during and after dinner, Alexey Alexandrovitch returned to his solitary room.