"I had such confidence just because it was after all . . . that happened in the past."
"Then if so, you look upon me even now as a most honourable man?" said Velchaninov, suddenly halting.
At another time he would have been horrified at the naïveté of his own question.
"I always thought you so," said Pavel Pavlovitch, dropping his eyes.
"Why, of course. . . . I didn't mean that; that is, not in that sense. I only meant to say that, in spite of any . . . preconceptions."
"Yes, in spite of preconceptions."
"When you came to Petersburg?" Velchaninov could not resist asking, though he felt how utterly monstrous was his curiosity.
"When I came to Petersburg, too, I looked upon you as the most honourable of men. I always respected you, Alexey Ivanovitch."
Pavel Pavlovitch raised his eyes and looked candidly, without a trace of embarrassment, at his opponent. Velchaninov was suddenly panic-stricken; he was not at all anxious that anything should happen, or that anything should overstep a certain line, especially as he had provoked it.
"I loved you, Alexey Ivanovitch," Pavel Pavlovitch articulated, as though he had suddenly made up his mind to speak, "and all that year at T——— I loved you. You did not notice it," he went on, in a voice that quivered, to Velchaninov's positive horror; "I was too insignificant, compared with you, to let you see it. And there was no need, indeed, perhaps. And I've thought of you all these nine years, because there has never been another year in my life like that one" (Pavel Pavlovitch's eyes began to glisten). "I remembered many of your phrases and sayings, your thoughts. I always thought of you as a man with a passion for every noble feeling, a man of education, of the highest education and of ideas: 'Great ideas spring not so much from noble intelligence as from noble feeling.' You said that yourself; perhaps you've forgotten it, but I remembered it. I always looked on you, therefore, as a man of noble feeling . . . . and therefore believed in you—in spite of anything . . ."
His chin suddenly began quivering. Velchaninov was in absolute terror; this unexpected tone must be out short at all costs,
