'If you'll allow me, I'll tell you that to-morrow,' Nezhdanov articulated at last.
'Excellent! And so—till we meet! Till to-morrow!'
Sipyagin dropped Nezhdanov's hand, and was about to go away. . .
'Allow me to ask,' said Nezhdanov suddenly, 'you told me just now that you found out my name at the theatre? From whom did you learn it?'
'From whom? Oh, from a friend of yours, and I think a relation, Prince . . . Prince G.'
'The aide-de-camp of the Tsar?'
'Yes.'
Nezhdanov flushed more hotly than before, and opened his mouth . . . but he said nothing. Sipyagin again pressed his hand, but this time in silence, and bowing first to him, then to Paklin, he put on his hat just in the doorway and went out, still wearing his complacent smile on his face; in it could be discerned the consciousness of the profound impression which his visit must have produced.
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