'I always predicted that it must end so,' put in Kallomyetsev. 'It could not be otherwise! But what splendid chaps our Russian peasants are! Delightful! Pardon, madame, c'est votre frère! Mais la vérité avant tout!'
'Can you really mean to go, Boris?' asked Valentina Mihalovna.
'I'm convinced too,' continued Kallomyetsev, 'that that fellow too, that tutor, Mr. Nezhdanov, has had a hand in it. J'en mettrais ma main au feu. They're all in one boat! Has he been caught? You don't know?'
Again Sipyagin made a downward gesture from his wrist.
'I don't know, and I don't want to know! By the way,' he added, turning to his wife, 'il paraît qu'ils sont mariés!'
'Who said so? The same gentleman?' Valentina Mihalovna again looked at Paklin, but this time she screwed up her eyes as she did so.
'Yes.'
'In that case,' put in Kallomyetsev, 'he knows where they are for a certainty. Do you know where they are? Do you know where they are? Eh? eh? eh? Do you know?' Kallomyetsev began pacing up and down before Paklin, as though to bar the way to him, though the latter showed not the faintest
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