Pavlovitch, that, after all this, I need not consider that I owe you anything. I'm speaking with reference to the whole matter and not only to the present incident."
"That's all right, why consider?" Pavel Pavlovitch sniggered, though he kept his eyes on the ground.
"So much the better, then, so much the better! Finish your wine and go to bed, for I won't let you go, anyway . . ."
"Oh, the wine . . ." Pavel Pavlovitch seemed, as it were, a little disconcerted. He went to the table, however, and finished the last glass of wine he had poured out so long before.
Perhaps he had drunk a great deal before, for his hand trembled and he spilt part of the wine on the floor, and on his shirt and waistcoat. He finished it all, however, as though he could not bear to leave a drop, and respectfully replacing the empty glass on the table, he went submissively to his bed to undress.
"But wouldn't it be better for me not to stay the night!" he brought out for some reason, though he had taken off one boot and was holding it in his hand.
"No, it wouldn't," Velchaninov answered wrathfully, still pacing up and down the room without looking at him.
Pavel Pavlovitch undressed and got into bed. A quarter of an hour later Velchaninov went to bed too, and put out the candle.
He fell asleep uneasily. The new element that had turned up unexpectedly and complicated the whole business more than ever worried him now, and at the same time he felt that he was for some reason ashamed of his uneasiness. He was just dozing off, but he was waked up all at once by a rustling sound. He looked round at once towards Pavel Pavlovitch's bed. The room was dark (the curtains were drawn), but Velchaninov fancied that Pavel Pavlovitch was not lying down, but was sitting on the bed.
"What's the matter?" Velchaninov called to him.
"A ghost," Pavel Pavlovitch said, scarcely audibly, after a brief pause.
"What do you mean, what sort of ghost?"
"There in that room, I seem to see a ghost in the doorway."
"Whose ghost?" Velchaninov asked again, after a pause.
"Natalya Vassilyevna's."
Velchaninov stood up on the rug, and looked across the passage, into the other room, the door of which always stood
