She began saying good-bye, and he--he had no reason for staying
now--got up, saying that it was time for him to go home; his
patients were waiting for him.

"Well, there's no help for that," said Ivan Petrovitch. "Go, and
you might take Kitten to the club on the way."

It was spotting with rain; it was very dark, and they could only
tell where the horses were by Panteleimon's husky cough. The hood
of the carriage was put up.

"I stand upright; you lie down right; he lies all right," said Ivan
Petrovitch as he put his daughter into the carriage.

They drove off.

"I was at the cemetery yesterday," Startsev began. "How ungenerous
and merciless it was on your part! . . ."

"You went to the cemetery?"

"Yes, I went there and waited almost till two o'clock. I suffered
. . ."

"Well, suffer, if you cannot understand a joke."

Ekaterina Ivanovna, pleased at having so cleverly taken in a man
who was in love with her, and at being the object of such intense
love, burst out laughing and suddenly uttered a shriek of terror,