She glanced at him.

" No, it was my fancy," she thought, recalling the expression of his face when he stumbled over the word "suffering.

" "No; can a man with those dull eyes, with that self-satisfied complacency, feel anything?" "I cannot change anything," she whispered.

"I have come to tell you that I am going tomorrow to Moscow, and shall not return again to this house, and you will receive notice of what I decide through the lawyer into whose hands I shall intrust the task of getting a divorce.

My son is going to my sister's," said Alexey Alexandrovitch, with an effort recalling what he had meant to say about his son.