"But, Alexey Ivanovitch, you must change your clothes now," Pavel Pavlovitch cajoled him, hanging gleefully about him; "put on your best suit."
"And why must he meddle in this, too, strange fellow?" Velchaninov thought to himself.
"This is not the only service I'm expecting of you, Alexey Ivanovitch. Since you have given your consent, please be my adviser."
"In what, for example?"
"The great question, for instance, of crape. Which would be more proper, to remove the crape, or keep it on?"
"As you prefer."
"No, I want you to decide; what would you do yourself in my place, that is, if you had crape on your hat? My own idea is that, if I retain it, it points to the constancy of my feelings, and so is a flattering recommendation."
"Take it off, of course."
"Do you really think it's a matter of course?" Pavel Pavlovitch hesitated. “ No, I think I had better keep it. . ."
"As you like."
"He doesn't trust me, that's a good thing," thought Velchaninov.
They went out; Pavel Pavlovitch gazed with satisfaction at Velchaninov's smartened appearance; his countenance seemed to betray an even greater degree of deference and of dignity! Velchaninov wondered at him and even more at himself. A very good carriage stood waiting for them at the gate.
"So you had a carriage all ready too? So you felt sure I should come?"
"I engaged the carriage for myself, but I did feel confident that you would consent to accompany me," Pavel Pavlovitch replied, with the air of a perfectly happy man.
"Ah, Pavel Pavlovitch," Velchaninovsaid, laughing as it were irritably when they were in the carriage and had set off; "weren't you too sure of me?"
"But it's not for you, Alexey Ivanovitch, it's not for you to tell me that I'm a fool for it," Pavel Pavlovitch responded, in a voice full of feeling.
"And Liza," thought Velchaninov, and at once hastened to dismiss the thought of her as though afraid of sacrilege. And it suddenly seemed to him that he was so petty, so insignificant at that moment; it struck him that the thought that had tempted
