I could have forgiven him if he had simply with his womanish faint-heartedness believed Liputin, but now it was clear that he had thought of it all himself long before, and that Liputin had only confirmed his suspicions and poured oil on the flames.

He had not hesitated to suspect the girl from the very first day, before he had any kind of grounds, even Liputin's words, to go upon.

Varvara Petrovna's despotic behaviour he had explained to himself as due to her haste to cover up the aristocratic misdoings of her precious "Nicolas" by marrying the girl to an honourable man! I longed for him to be punished for it.
"_Oh, Dieu, qui est si grand et si bon!_ Oh, who will comfort me!" he exclaimed, halting suddenly again, after walking a hundred paces.
"Come straight home and I'll make everything clear to you," I cried, turning him by force towards home.
"It's he! Stepan Trofimovitch, it's you?
You ?" A fresh, joyous young voice rang out like music behind us.
We had seen nothing, but a lady on horseback suddenly made her appearance beside us--Lizaveta Nikolaevna with her invariable companion.
She pulled up her horse.
"Come here, come here quickly!" she called to us, loudly and merrily.
"It's twelve years since I've seen him, and I know him, while he....

Do you really not know me ?" Stepan Trofimovitch clasped the hand held out to him and kissed it reverently.

He gazed at her as though he were praying and could not utter a word.
"He knows me, and is glad! Mavriky Nikolaevitch, he's delighted to see me! Why is it you haven't been to see us all this fortnight?
Auntie tried to persuade me you were ill and must not be disturbed; but I know Auntie tells lies.