“Where is my husband?” the lady went on.  “Though I don’t care whether he is here or not, but I ought to tell you that the money has been missed, and they are looking for Nikolay Petrovitch. . . .  They mean to arrest him.  That’s your doing!”

The lady got up and walked about the room in great excitement.  Pasha looked at her and was so frightened that she could not understand.

“He’ll be found and arrested to-day,” said the lady, and she gave a sob, and in that sound could be heard her resentment and vexation.  “I know who has brought him to this awful position!  Low, horrid creature!  Loathsome, mercenary hussy!” The lady’s lips worked and her nose wrinkled up with disgust.  “I am helpless, do you hear, you low woman? . . .  I am helpless; you are stronger than I am, but there is One to defend me and my children!  God sees all!  He is just!  He will punish you for every tear I have shed, for all my sleepless nights!  The time will come; you will think of me! . . .”

Silence followed again.  The lady walked about the room and wrung her hands, while Pasha still gazed blankly at her in amazement, not understanding and expecting something terrible.

“I know nothing about it, madam,” she said, and suddenly burst into tears.

“You are lying!” cried the lady, and her eyes flashed angrily at her.  “I know all about it!  I’ve known you a long time.  I know that for the last month he has been spending every day with you!”

“Yes.  What then?  What of it?  I have a great many visitors, but I don’t force anyone to come.  He is free to do as he likes.”

“I tell you they have discovered that money is missing!  He has embezzled money at the office!  For the sake of such a . . . creature as you, for your sake he has actually committed a crime.  Listen,” said the lady in a resolute voice, stopping short, facing Pasha.  “You can have no principles; you live simply to do harm—­that’s your object; but one can’t imagine you have fallen so low that you have no trace of human feeling left!  He has a wife, children. . . .  If he is condemned and sent into exile we shall starve, the children and I. . . .  Understand that!  And yet there is a chance of saving him and us from destitution and disgrace.  If I take them nine hundred roubles to-day they will let him alone.  Only nine hundred roubles!”

“What nine hundred roubles?” Pasha asked softly.  “I . . .  I don’t know. . . .  I haven’t taken it.”

“I am not asking you for nine hundred roubles. . . .  You have no money, and I don’t want your money.  I ask you for something else. . . .  Men usually give expensive things to women like you.  Only give me back the things my husband has given you!”

“Madam, he has never made me a present of anything!” Pasha wailed, beginning to understand.

“Where is the money?  He has squandered his own and mine and other people’s. . . .  What has become of it all?  Listen, I beg you!  I was carried away by indignation and have said a lot of nasty things to you, but I apologize.  You must hate me, I know, but if you are capable of sympathy, put yourself in my position!  I implore you to give me back the things!”