“Very well, then there’s an experiment, and the thing is proved; one cannot live and count each moment; say what you like, but one _cannot_.” “That is true,” said the prince, “I have thought so myself. And yet, why shouldn’t one do it?” “You think, then, that you could live more wisely than other people?” said Aglaya. “I have had that idea.” “And you have it still?” “Yes—I have it still,” the prince replied. He had contemplated Aglaya until now, with a pleasant though rather timid smile, but as the last words fell from his lips he began to laugh, and looked at her merrily. “You are not very modest!” said she. “But how brave you are!” said he. “You are laughing, and I—that man’s tale impressed me so much, that I dreamt of it afterwards; yes, I dreamt of those five minutes...” He looked at his listeners again with that same serious, searching expression. “You are not angry with me?” he asked suddenly, and with a kind of nervous hurry, although he looked them straight in the face. “Why should we be angry?” they cried. “Only because I seem to be giving you a lecture, all the time!” At this they laughed heartily. “Please don’t be angry with me,” continued the prince. “I know very well that I have seen less of life than other people, and have less knowledge of it. I must appear to speak strangely sometimes...” He said the last words nervously. “You say you have been happy, and that proves you have lived, not less, but more than other people. Why make all these excuses?” interrupted Aglaya in a mocking tone of voice. “Besides, you need not mind about lecturing us; you have nothing to boast of. With your quietism, one could live happily for a hundred years at least. One might show you the execution of a felon, or show you one’s little finger. You could draw a moral from either, and be quite satisfied. That sort of existence is easy enough.” “I can’t understand why you always fly into a temper,” said Mrs. Epanchin, who had been listening to the conversation and examining the faces of the speakers in turn. “I do not understand what you mean. What has your little finger to do with it? The prince talks well, though he is not amusing. He began all right, but now he seems sad.” “Never mind, mamma! Prince, I wish you had seen an execution,” said Aglaya. “I should like to ask you a question about that, if you had.” “I have seen an execution,” said the prince. “You have!” cried Aglaya. “I might have guessed it. That’s a fitting crown to the rest of the story. If you have seen an execution, how can you say you lived happily all the while?” “But is there capital punishment where you were?” asked Adelaida. “I saw it at Lyons. Schneider took us there, and as soon as we arrived we came in for that.” “Well, and did you like it very much? Was it very edifying and instructive?” asked Aglaya. “No, I didn’t like it at all, and was ill after seeing it; but I confess I stared as though my eyes were fixed to the sight. I could not tear them away.”