for the present.

I couldn't see you last night, in spite of your note.

I meant to write to you myself, but I don't know how to write," he added with vexation, almost as though with disgust.
"I thought myself that we must break it off.

Varvara Petrovna is too suspicious of our relations." "Well, let her be." "She mustn't be worried.

So now we part till the end comes." "You still insist on expecting the end ?" "Yes, I'm sure of it." "But nothing in the world ever has an end." "This will have an end.