" I suppose it must be so," he thought, and still sat where he was.

Whose scream was this? He jumped up, ran on tiptoe to the bedroom, edged round Lizaveta Petrovna and the princess, and took up his position at Kitty's pillow.

The scream had subsided, but there was some change now.

What it was he did not see and did not comprehend, and he had no wish to see or comprehend.

But he saw it by the face of Lizaveta Petrovna.