PART 5
Chapter 22
 
Alexey Alexandrovitch had forgotten the Countess Lidia Ivanovna,
 but she had not forgotten him.  At the bitterest moment of his
 lonely despair she came to him, and without waiting to be
 announced, walked straight into his study.  She found him as he
 was sitting with his head in both hands. 
"J'ai force la consigne," she said, walking in with rapid steps
 and breathing hard with excitement and rapid exercise.  "I have
 heard all!  Alexey Alexandrovitch!  Dear friend!" she went on,
 warmly squeezing his hand in both of hers and gazing with her
 fine pensive eyes into his. 
Alexey Alexandrovitch, frowning, got up, and disengaging his
 hand, moved her a chair. 
"Won't you sit down, countess?  I'm seeing no one because I'm
 unwell, countess," he said, and his lips twitched. 
"Dear friend!" repeated Countess Lidia Ivanovna, never taking her
 eyes off his, and suddenly her eyebrows rose at the inner
 corners, describing a triangle on her forehead, her ugly yellow
 face became still uglier, but Alexey Alexandrovitch felt that she
 was sorry for him and was preparing to cry.  And he too was
 softened; he snatched her plump hand and proceeded to kiss it. 
"Dear friend!" she said in a voice breaking with emotion.  "You
 ought not to give way to grief.  Your sorrow is a great one, but
 you ought to find consolation." 
"I am crushed, I am annihilated, I am no longer a man!" said
 Alexey Alexandrovitch, letting go her hand, but still gazing into
 her brimming eyes.  "My position is so awful because I can find
 nowhere, I cannot find within me strength to support me." 
"You will find support; seek it--not in me, though I beseech you
 to believe in my friendship," she said, with a sigh.  "Our
 support is love, that love that He has vouchsafed us.  His burden
 is light," she said, with the look of ecstasy Alexey
 Alexandrovitch knew so well.  "He will be your support and your
 succor." 
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