Stepan Arkadyevitch sighed, wiped his face, and with a subdued tread walked out of the room.

" Matvey says she will come round; but how? I don't see the least chance of it.

Ah, oh, how horrible it is! And how vulgarly she shouted," he said to himself, remembering her shriek and the words--"scoundrel" and "mistress.

" "And very likely the maids were listening! Horribly vulgar! horrible!" Stepan Arkadyevitch stood a few seconds alone, wiped his face, squared his chest, and walked out of the room.

It was Friday, and in the dining room the German watchmaker was winding up the clock.