the street, too, and I kept thinking: 'Why, he must recognize me and yet he turns away; nine years are no joke,' and I couldn't make up my mind to come. And last night I had wandered from the Petersburg Side and I forgot the time. It all came from that" (he pointed to the bottle), "and from my feelings. It was stupid! Very! And if it had been any one but you—for you've come to see me even after what happened yesterday, for the sake of old times—I should have given up all hope of renewing our acquaintance!"
Velchaninov listened attentively. The man seemed to him to be speaking sincerely and even with a certain dignity; and yet he did not believe one word he had heard since he came into the room.
"Tell me, Pavel Pavlovitch, you are not alone here, then? Whose little girl is that I found with you just now?"
Pavel Pavlovitch was positively amazed and raised his eyebrows, but he looked frankly and pleasantly at Velchaninov.
"Whose little girl? Why, it's Liza!" he said, with an affable smile.
"What Liza?" muttered Velchaninov, with a sort of inward tremor. The shock was too sudden. When he came in and saw Liza, just before, he was surprised, but had absolutely no presentiment of the truth, and thought nothing particular about her.
"Yes, our Liza, our daughter Liza! ” Pavel Pavlovitch smiled.
"Your daughter? Do you mean that you and Natalya . . . Natalya Vassdyevna had children?" Velchaninov asked timidly and mistrustfully, in a very low voice.
"Why, of course! But there, upon my word, how should you have heard of it? What am I thinking about! It was after you went away, God blessed us with her!"
Pavel Pavlovitch positively jumped up from his chair in some agitation, though it seemed agreeable too.
"I heard nothing about it," said Velchaninov, and he turned pale.
"To be sure, to be sure; from whom could you have heard it?" said Pavel Pavlovitch, in a voice weak with emotion.
"My poor wife and I had lost all hope, as no doubt you remember, and suddenly God sent us this blessing, and what it meant to me—He only knows! Just a year after you went away, I believe. No, not a year, not nearly a year. Wait a
