But Ilya did not move. He had not imagined that this stern, serious girl could speak in such a soft voice. Her face, too, amazed him; still proud, but now wholly anxious, and in it something good, kind, capable, that Ilya had never seen before. He looked at her and smiled in silent amazement. She, however, had turned away already, and going over to Masha, spoke to her gently. "Don't cry, dear; don't be frightened, the doctor is a good man, he'll examine you and make out a certificate, and that's all. I'll bring you back here; now my dear, don't cry like that." She put her hands on Masha's shoulders, and tried to draw her closer. "A--ah! that hurts," groaned Masha softly. "How? What is it?" Lunev heard and smiled. "How? Good heavens, how awful!" cried the girl, falling back; her face was pale, and fear and anger glittered in her eyes. "How she's bruised! Ah!" "You see how we live!" cried Lunev, flaring up again. "Do you see? I can show you another, there! Allow me, my comrade, Pavel Savelitch Gratschev." Pavel came slowly out of the shop, and held out his hand without looking at the girl. "Medvedeva, Sofia Nikonovna," she said, as she looked at Pavel's despairing face. "And you are Ilya Jakovlevitch?" and she turned again to Lunev. "Yes," said Ilya, pressed her hand, and went on, still holding it---- "You see, since you're so good--that's to say--as you've helped in one business, you won't despise the other. There's a trouble here too." She looked attentively and seriously in his handsome excited face and tried quietly to withdraw her hand; but he told her of Vyera and Pavel, speaking warmly, passionately, feeling that a load was falling from his heart. He shook her hand hard and said: "He makes verses and all sorts of things. But he's quite knocked over by this. And she too, you think, that it's all right because she's--that kind of woman? No, don't think that! No one is all good or all bad!" "How d'you mean?" "I mean, even if any one is bad, still there's something good there, and if he's good, there's sure to be something bad. All our souls are two-coloured--all." "That's well said," she agreed, and nodded seriously. "That's thought like a man! but please let go my hand, you hurt me." Ilya began to apologise, but she did not attend to him, saying to Pavel in a tone of conviction; "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Gratschev; you mustn't be like that; you must do something. One must always try to do something, either defend or attack. We must get her a lawyer, an advocate, d'you see? I'll find you one, and nothing will happen to her because he'll get her off. I promise you, he'll get her off." Her face was flushed, the hair on her temples disordered, and her eyes burned with a strange joy. Masha stood by her and looked at her with the trustful curiosity of a child. But Lunev looked at Pavel and Masha triumphantly, and felt mingled pride and joy at the presence of this girl in his room.