call me, call me quickly!" "Oh! a fine demon! It's simply a little nasty, scrofulous imp, with a cold in his head, one of the unsuccessful ones.

But you have something you don't dare to say again, Dasha ?" She looked at him with pain and reproach, and turned towards the door.
"Listen," he called after her, with a malignant and distorted smile.
"If...

Yes, if, in one word, if...

you understand, even if I did go to that little shop, and if I called you after that--would you come then ?" She went out, hiding her face in her hands, and neither turning nor answering.
"She will come even after the shop," he whispered, thinking a moment, and an expression of scornful disdain came into his face.

"A nurse! H'm!...