“ No humbug at all.”
“ Very likely. So he wrote that you were to bring me a copy of his confession, did he? Why didn’t you bring it?”
“ Why, he didn’t die! I’ll ask him for it, if you like.”
“ Bring it by all means; you needn’t ask him. He will be delighted, you may be sure; for, in all probability, he shot at himself simply in order that I might read his confession. Don’t laugh at what I say, please, Lef Nicolaievitch, because it may very well be the case.”
“ I’m not laughing. I am convinced, myself, that that may have been partly the reason.”
“ You are convinced? You don’t really mean to say you think that honestly?” asked Aglaya, extremely surprised.
She put her questions very quickly and talked fast, every now and then forgetting what she had begun to say, and not finishing
