Shatov stole a fleeting, momentary glance at her, but dropped his eyes again. "Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch told me a great deal about you, too." Shatov suddenly turned red. "But here are the newspapers." Liza hurriedly picked up from a chair a bundle of newspapers that lay tied up ready. "I've tried to mark the facts here for selection, to sort them, and I have put the papers together... you will see." Shatov took the bundle. "Take them home and look at them. Where do you live?" "In Bogoyavlensky Street, Filipov's house." "I know. I think it's there, too, I've been told, a captain lives, beside you, Mr. Lebyadkin," said Liza in the same hurried manner. Shatov sat for a full minute with the bundle in his outstretched hand, making no answer and staring at the floor. "You'd better find someone else for these jobs. I shouldn't suit you at all," he brought out at last, dropping his voice in an awfully strange way, almost to a whisper. Liza flushed crimson. "What jobs are you speaking of? Mavriky Nikolaevitch," she cried, "please bring that letter here." I too followed Mavriky Nikolaevitch to the table. "Look at this," she turned suddenly to me, unfolding the letter in great excitement. "Have you ever seen anything like it. Please read it aloud. I want Mr. Shatov to hear it too." With no little astonishment I read aloud the following missive: "To the Perfection, Miss Tushin. "Gracious Lady "Lizaveta Nikolaevna! "Oh, she's a sweet queen, Lizaveta Tushin! When on side-saddle she gallops by, And in the breeze her fair tresses fly! Or when with her mother in church she bows low And on devout faces a red flush doth flow! Then for the joys of lawful wedlock I aspire, And follow her and her mother with tears of desire. "Composed by an unlearned man in the midst of a discussion. "Gracious Lady!