I avoided looking at Assja, and went up and down the room with great strides. "Now everything is lost--everything, everything." Assja was about to get up from her chair. "Oh, sit still," I cried; "sit still, I beg you. You have to do with a man of honor--yes, with a man of honor. But in Heaven's name what disturbed you so? Have you seen any change in me? But it was impossible for me to conceal it from your brother when he made me a visit to-day." "What am I saying?" I thought to myself, and the idea that I should be a base hypocrite, that Gagin knew of this meeting, that everything had been talked over, twisted and spoiled, maddened me. "I did not call my brother," Assja said, in a frightened, harsh voice. "He came of his own will." "Only see what you have done," I went on. "Now you want to go away." "Yes, I must go," she said in a whisper, "and I only asked you to come here that I might take leave of you." "And do you think," I retorted, "that it is easy for me to part from you?" "Why were you obliged to tell my brother?" repeated Assja with an expression of amazement. "I tell you, I could not do otherwise. If you had not betrayed yourself----" "I had locked myself into my chamber," she answered simply. "I did not know that my landlady had another key." This innocent speech from her mouth at such a moment nearly cost me my self-control. Even now I cannot think of it without emotion. Poor, honest, innocent child! "And so it is all over," I began again. "All. Now indeed we must part." I threw a stolen glance at Assja, whose face became more and scarlet. She was, I felt, alarmed and ashamed. I myself was greatly agitated, and spoke like one in a fever. "You did not leave the budding feeling time to unfold itself. You yourself have torn the bond between us. You had no confidence in me; you cherished suspicion against me." While I was speaking Assja bent forward more and more, then sank suddenly on her knees, let her head fall into her hands, and broke into sobs. I rushed to her and tried to raise her, but she resisted me. I cannot endure women's tears; when I see them I lose my self-possession at once. "Anna Nicolaevna, Assja!" I cried repeatedly. "I beg, I implore you! Stop, for God's sake!" I took her hand again. But to my extremest astonishment she sprang up suddenly, sped like a flash through the door, and vanished. When Frau Luise came in a few moments later, I still stood in the middle of the chamber as if thunderstruck. I could not believe that the interview had come to an end so abrupt, so unmeaning, when I myself had not said the hundredth part of what I meant to say, and was, besides, quite uncertain how it should finally terminate. "Is the young lady gone?" Frau Luise asked me, and raised her yellow eyebrows quite to the parting of her hair. I stared at her like an idiot, and went away. * * * * *