DIMITRI
WHEN we returned to the house from our stroll, Varenika declined
to sing as she usually did in the evenings, and I was conceited
enough to attribute this to my doing, in the belief that its
reason lay in what I had said on the bridge. The Nechludoffs
never had supper, and went to bed early, while to-night, since
Dimitri had the toothache (as Sophia Ivanovna had foretold), he
departed with me to his room even earlier than usual. Feeling
that I had done all that was required of me by my blue collar and
gilt buttons, and that every one was very pleased with me, I was
in a gratified, complacent mood, while Dimitri, on the other
hand, was rendered by his quarrel with his sister and the
toothache both taciturn and gloomy. He sat down at the table, got
out a couple of noteboo
