I can't understand how I could be so mistaken in that woman," she said to Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch and Pyotr Stepanovitch, who dropped in that evening.
"But you must make peace with the old man all the same," Pyotr Stepanovitch submitted.

"He's in despair.

You've quite sent him to Coventry.

Yesterday he met your carriage and bowed, and you turned away.
We'll trot him out, you know; I'm reckoning on him for something, and he may still be useful." "Oh, he'll read something." "I don't mean only that.

And I was meaning to drop in on him to-day.