“I’ll just get my parcel and we’ll go,” said the prince to Gania, as he re-entered the drawing-room. Gania stamped his foot with impatience. His face looked dark and gloomy with rage. At last they left the house behind them, the prince carrying his bundle. “The answer—quick—the answer!” said Gania, the instant they were outside. “What did she say? Did you give the letter?” The prince silently held out the note. Gania was struck motionless with amazement. “How, what? my letter?” he cried. “He never delivered it! I might have guessed it, oh! curse him! Of course she did not understand what I meant, naturally! Why—why—_why_ didn’t you give her the note, you—” “Excuse me; I was able to deliver it almost immediately after receiving your commission, and I gave it, too, just as you asked me to. It has come into my hands now because Aglaya Ivanovna has just returned it to me.” “How? When?” “As soon as I finished writing in her album for her, and when she asked me to come out of the room with her (you heard?), we went into the dining-room, and she gave me your letter to read, and then told me to return it.” “To _read?_” cried Gania, almost at the top of his voice; “to _read_, and you read it?” And again he stood like a log in the middle of the pavement; so amazed that his mouth remained open after the last word had left it. “Yes, I have just read it.” “And she gave it you to read herself—_herself?_” “Yes, herself; and you may believe me when I tell you that I would not have read it for anything without her permission.” Gania was silent for a minute or two, as though thinking out some problem. Suddenly he cried: “It’s impossible, she cannot have given it to you to read! You are lying. You read it yourself!” “I am telling you the truth,” said the prince in his former composed tone of voice; “and believe me, I am extremely sorry that the circumstance should have made such an unpleasant impression upon you!” “But, you wretched man, at least she must have said something? There must be _some_ answer from her!” “Yes, of course, she did say something!” “Out with it then, damn it! Out with it at once!” and Gania stamped his foot twice on the pavement. “As soon as I had finished reading it, she told me that you were fishing for her; that you wished to compromise her so far as to receive some hopes from her, trusting to which hopes you might break with the prospect of receiving a hundred thousand roubles. She said that if you had done this without bargaining with her, if you had broken with the money prospects without trying to force a guarantee out of her first, she might have been your friend. That’s all, I think. Oh no, when I asked her what I was to say, as I took the letter, she replied that ‘no answer is the best answer.’ I think that was it. Forgive me if I do not use her exact expressions. I tell you the sense as I understood it myself.”