“M—Maria Alexandrovna! think of that; and I thought she was w—what’s her name. Y—yes, Anna Vasilievna! _C’est délicieux._ W—why I thought you were going to take me to this A—Anna Matveyevna. Dear me! _C’est ch—charmant!_ It often happens so w—with me. I get taken to the wrong house; but I’m v—very pleased, v—very pleased! So you’re not Nastasia Va—silievna? How interesting.” “I’m Maria Alexandrovna, prince; _Maria Alexandrovna_! Oh! how naughty you are, Prince, to forget your best, best friend!” “Ye—es! ye—yes! best friend; best friend, for—forgive me!” stammered the old man, staring at Zina. “That’s my daughter Zina. You are not acquainted yet, prince. She wasn’t here when you were last in the town, in the year —— you know.” “Oh, th—this is your d—daughter!” muttered the old man, staring hungrily at Zina through his glasses. “Dear me, dear me. _Ch—charmante, ch—armante!_ But what a lo—ovely girl,” he added, evidently impressed. “Tea! prince,” remarked Maria Alexandrovna, directing his attention to the page standing before him with the tray. The prince took a cup, and examined the boy, who had a nice fresh face of his own. “Ah! this is your l—little boy? Wh—what a charming little b—boy! and does he be—behave nicely?” “But, prince,” interrupted Maria Alexandrovna, impatiently, “what is this dreadful occurrence I hear of? I confess I was nearly beside myself with terror when I heard of it. Were you not hurt at all? _Do_ take care. One cannot make light of this sort of thing.” “Upset, upset; the c—coachman upset me!” cried the prince, with unwonted vivacity. “I thought it was the end of the world, and I was fri—frightened out of my wits. I didn’t expect it; I didn’t, indeed! and my co—oachman is to blame for it all. I trust you, my friend, to lo—ok into the matter well. I feel sure he was making an attempt on my life!” “All right, all right, uncle,” said Paul; “I’ll see about it. But look here—forgive him, just this once, uncle; just this once, won’t you?” “N—not I! Not for anything! I’m sure he wants my life, he and Lavrenty too. It’s—it’s the ’new ideas;’ it’s Com—Communism, in the fullest sense of the word. I daren’t meet them anywhere.” “You are right, you are quite right, prince,” cried Maria Alexandrovna. “You don’t know how I suffer myself from these wretched people. I’ve just been obliged to change two of my servants; and you’ve no idea how _stupid_ they are, prince.”