This last consideration moved him.

"My dear Anna Mikhaylovna," said he with his usual familiarity and weariness of tone, "it is almost impossible for me to do what you ask; but to prove my devotion to you and how I respect your father's memory, I will do the impossible--your son shall be transferred to the Guards.

Here is my hand on it.

Are you satisfied?" "My dear benefactor! This is what I expected from you--I knew your kindness!" He turned to go.