“Katusha—­the trial!” Yes, he must stop lying and tell the whole truth.

By a strange coincidence on that very morning he received the long-expected letter from Mary Vasilievna, the wife of the Marechal de Noblesse, the very letter he particularly needed.  She gave him full freedom, and wished him happiness in his intended marriage.

“Marriage!” he repeated with irony.  “How far I am from all that at present.”

And he remembered the plans he had formed the day before, to tell the husband everything, to make a clean breast of it, and express his readiness to give him any kind of satisfaction.  But this morning this did not seem so easy as the day before.  And, then, also, why make a man unhappy by telling him what he does not know?  Yes, if he came and asked, he would tell him all, but to go purposely and tell—­no! that was unnecessary.

And telling the whole truth to Missy seemed just as difficult this morning.  Again, he could not begin to speak without offence.  As in many worldly affairs, something had to remain unexpressed.  Only one thing he decided on, i.e., not to visit there, and to tell the truth if asked.

But in connection with Katusha, nothing was to remain unspoken.  “I shall go to the prison and shall tell her every thing, and ask her to forgive me.  And if need be—­yes, if need be, I shall marry her,” he thought.

This idea, that he was ready to sacrifice all on moral grounds, and marry her, again made him feel very tender towards himself.  Concerning money matters he resolved this morning to arrange them in accord with his conviction, that the holding of landed property was unlawful.  Even if he should not be strong enough to give up everything, he would still do what he could, not deceiving himself or others.

It was long since he had met the coming day with so much energy.  When Agraphena Petrovna came in, he told her, with more firmness than he thought himself capable of, that he no longer needed this lodging nor her services.  There had been a tacit understanding that he was keeping up so large and expensive an establishment because he was thinking of getting married.  The giving up of the house had, therefore, a special meaning.  Agraphena Petrovna looked at him in surprise.

“I thank you very much, Agraphena Petrovna, for all your care for me, but I no longer require so large a house nor so many servants.  If you wish to help me, be so good as to settle about the things, put them away as it used to be done during mamma’s life, and when Natasha comes she will see to everything.”  Natasha was Nekhludoff’s sister.

Agraphena Petrovna shook her head.  “See about the things?  Why, they’ll be required again,” she said.

“No, they won’t, Agraphena Petrovna; I assure you they won’t be required,” said Nekhludoff, in answer to what the shaking of her head had expressed.  “Please tell Corney also that I shall pay him two months’ wages, but shall have no further need of him.”