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- }52 CRIME AND PUNISHMENT
right. . . . Of course, I am convinced personally that you have
no reason to be uneasy, but . . . still, you are right. Certainly
I'll stay. I'll stand here at the window and not be in your way
... I think you are right . . ."
Pyotr Petrovitch returned to the sofa, sat down opposite
Sonia, looked attentively at her and assumed an extremely digni-
fied, even severe expression, as much as to say, "don't you make
any mistake, madam." Sonia was overwhelmed with embar-V^.ssment.
"In the first place, Sofya Semyonovna, will you make my ex-
cises to your respected mamma. . . . That's right, isn't it? Kater-
ina Ivanovna stands in the place of a mother to you?" Pyotr
Petrovitch began with great dignity, though affably.
It was evident that his intentions were friendly.
"Quite so, yes; the place of a mother," Sonia answered,
timidly and hurriedly.
"Then will you make my apologies to her? Through inevi-table circumstances I am forced to be absent and shall not be at
the dinner in spite of your mamma's kind invitation."
"Yes . . . I'll tell her . . . at once."
And Sonia hastily jumped up from her seat.
"Wait, that's not all," Pyotr Petrovitch detained her, smiling
at her simplicity and ignorance of good manners, "and you
know me little, my dear Sofya Semyonovna, if you suppose I
would have ventured to trouble a person like you for a matter of
so little consequence affecting myself only. I have another
object."Sonia sat down hurriedly. Her eyes rested again for an instant
on the grey and rainbow-coloiu*ed notes that remained on the
table, but she quickly looked away and fixed her eyes on Pyotr
Petrovitch. She felt it horribly indecorous, especially for her, to
look at another person's money. She stared at the gold eyeglass
which Pyotr Petrovitch held in his left hand and at the massive
and extremely handsome ring with a yellow stone on his middle
finger. But suddenly she looked away and, not knowing where
to turn, ended by staring Pyotr Petrovitch again straight in the
face. After a pause of still greater dignity he continued.
*T chanced yesterday in passing to exchange a couple of
words with Katerina Ivanovna, poor woman. That was suflS-
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