and staid Fenitchka, had never given him a caress in the presence of a third person.
'What's the matter?' he said, and, glancing at his brother, he gave her Mitya. 'You don't feel worse?' he inquired, going up to Pavel Petrovitch.
He buried his face in a cambric handkerchief. 'No ... not at all ... on the contrary, I am much better.'
'You were in too great a hurry to move on to the sofa. Where are you going?' added Nikolai Petrovitch, turning round to Fenitchka; but she had already closed the door behind her. 'I was bringing in my young hero to show you, he's been crying for his uncle. Why has she carried him off? What's wrong with you, though? Has anything passed between you, eh?'
'Brother!' said Pavel Petrovitch solemnly.
Nikolai Petrovitch started. He felt dismayed, he could not have said why himself.
'Brother,' repeated Pavel Petrovitch, 'give me your word that you will carry out my one request.'
'What request? Tell me.'
'It is very important; the whole happiness of your life, to my idea, depends on it. I have been thinking a great deal all this time over what I want to say to you now....
