"Ah, mamma, we have plenty of troubles of our own.

Lili is ill, and I'm afraid it's scarlatina.

I have come here now to hear about Kitty, and then I shall shut myself up entirely, if--God forbid--it should be scarlatina.

" The old prince too had come in from his study after the doctor's departure, and after presenting his cheek to Dolly, and saying a few words to her, he turned to his wife: "How have you settled it? you're going? Well, and what do you mean to do with me?" "I suppose you had better stay here, Alexander," said his wife.