two paces back.

'Married! To that vagrant, that Montenegrin! the daughter of Nikolai
Stahov of the higher nobility married to a vagrant, a nobody, without
her parents' sanction! And you imagine I shall let the matter rest,
that I shall not make a complaint, that I will allow you--that
you--that----To the nunnery with you, and he shall go to prison, to
hard labour! Anna Vassilyevna, inform her at once that you will cut
off her inheritance!'

'Nikolai Artemyevitch, for God's sake,' moaned Anna Vassilyevna.

'And when and how was this done? Who married you? where? how? Good
God! what will all our friends think, what will the world say! And
you, shameless hypocrite, could go on living under your parents' roof
after such an act! Had you no fear of--the wrath of heaven?'

'Papa' said Elena (she was trembling from head to foot but her voice
was steady), 'you are at liberty to do with me as you please, but you
need not accuse me of shamelessness, and hypocrisy. I did not want--to
give you pain before, but I should have had to tell you all myself in
a few days, because we are going away--my husband and I--from here
next week.'

'Going away? Where to?'

'To his own country, to Bulgaria.'

'To the Turks!' cried Anna Vassilyevna and fell into a swoon.