Nevertheless, Aratoff passed the following day in a fairly tranquil manner. He was even able to devote himself to his customary occupations. There was only one thing: both during his busy time and in his leisure moments he thought incessantly of Clara, of what Kupfer had told him the day before. Truth to tell, his thoughts were also of a decidedly pacific nature. It seemed to him that that strange young girl interested him from a psychological point of view, as something in the nature of a puzzle, over whose solution it was worth while to cudgel one's brains,--"She ran away from home with a kept actress," he thought, "she placed herself under the protection of that Princess, in whose house she lived,--and had no love-affairs? It is improbable!... Kupfer says it was pride! But, in the first place, we know" (Aratoff should have said: "we have read in books") ... "that pride is compatible with light-minded conduct; and in the second place, did not she, such a proud person, appoint a meeting with a man who might show her scorn ... and appoint it in a public place, into the bargain ... on the boulevard!"--At this point there recurred to Aratoff's mind the whole scene on the boulevard, and he asked himself: "Had he really shown scorn for Clara?"--"No," he decided.... That was another feeling ... a feeling of perplexity ... of distrust, in short!--"Unhappy Clara!" again rang through his brain.--"Yes, she was unhappy," he decided again ... that was the most fitting word. "But if that is so, I was unjust. She spoke truly when she said that I did not understand her. 'Tis a pity!--It may be that a very remarkable being has passed so close to me ... and I did not take advantage of the opportunity, but repulsed her.... Well, never mind! My life is still before me. I shall probably have other encounters of a different sort! "But what prompted her to pick out _me_ in particular?"--He cast a glance at a mirror which he was passing at the moment. "What is there peculiar about me? And what sort of a beauty am I?--My face is like everybody else's face.... However, she was not a beauty either. "She was not a beauty ... but what an expressive face she had! Impassive ... but expressive! I have never before seen such a face.--And she has talent ... that is to say, she had talent, undoubted talent. Wild, untrained, even coarse ... but undoubted.--And in that case also I was unjust to her."--Aratoff mentally transported himself to the musical morning ... and noticed that he remembered with remarkable distinctness every word she had sung or recited, every intonation.... That would not have been the case had she been devoid of talent.