How I loved him! And now don't I love him? Don't I love him more than before? The most horrible thing is," she began, but did not finish her thought, because Matrona Philimonovna put her head in at the door.

"Let us send for my brother," she said; "he can get a dinner anyway, or we shall have the children getting nothing to eat till six again, like yesterday.

" "Very well, I will come directly and see about it.

But did you send for some new milk?" And Darya Alexandrovna plunged into the duties of the day, and drowned her grief in them for a time.