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"Mayn't I look at him after three years?" wept Pulcheria

Alexandrovna.

"Stay," he stopped them again, "you keep interrupting me, and my

ideas get muddled.... Have you seen Luzhin?"

"No, Rodya, but he knows already of our arrival. We have heard,

Rodya, that Pyotr Petrovitch was so kind as to visit you today,"

Pulcheria Alexandrovna added somewhat timidly.

"Yes... he was so kind... Dounia, I promised Luzhin I'd throw him

downstairs and told him to go to hell...."

"Rodya, what are you saying! Surely, you don't mean to tell

us..." Pulcheria Alexandrovna began in alarm, but she stopped,

looking at Dounia.

Avdotya Romanovna was looking attentively at her brother, waiting

for what would come next. Both of them had heard of the quarrel

from Nastasya, so far as she had succeeded in understanding and

reporting it, and were in painful perplexity and suspense.