wouldn't come to the Governor's house and he didn't
want to go to jail on account of him. But then when he
found out that Anton Antonovich was not to blame and
they got to talking more intimately, he changed right
away, and, thank Heaven, everything went well.
They've gone now to inspect the philanthropic institutions.
I confess that Anton Antonovich had already begun
to suspect that a secret denunciation had been lodged
against him. I myself was trembling a little, too.

ANNA. What have you to be afraid of? You're not
an official.

DOBCHINSKY. Well, you see, when a Grand Mogul
speaks, you feel afraid.

ANNA. That's all rubbish. Tell me, what is he like
personally? Is he young or old?

DOBCHINSKY. Young--a young man of about
twenty-three. But he talks as if he were older. "If
you will allow me," he says, "I will go there and there."
[Waves his hands.] He does it all with such distinction.
"I like," he says, "to read and write, but I am prevented
because my room is rather dark."

ANNA. And what sort of a looking man is he, dark
or fair?

DOBCHINSKY. Neither. I should say rather chestnut.