say it is nerves; when she was a little girl
she was scrofulous, and the doctors drove it inwards, so I think
it may be due to that."

They went to see the invalid. Fully grown up, big and tall, but
ugly like her mother, with the same little eyes and disproportionate
breadth of the lower part of the face, lying with her hair in
disorder, muffled up to the chin, she made upon Korolyov at the
first minute the impression of a poor, destitute creature, sheltered
and cared for here out of charity, and he could hardly believe that
this was the heiress of the five huge buildings.

"I am the doctor come to see you," said Korolyov. "Good evening."

He mentioned his name and pressed her hand, a large, cold, ugly
hand; she sat up, and, evidently accustomed to doctors, let herself
be sounded, without showing the least concern that her shoulders
and chest were uncovered.

"I have palpitations of the heart," she said, "It was so awful all
night. . . . I almost died of fright! Do give me something."

"I will, I will; don't worry yourself."

Korolyov examined her and shrugged his shoulders.

"The heart is all right," he said; "it's all going on satisfactorily;
everything is in good order. Your nerves must have been playing
pranks a little, but that's so common. The attack is over by now,
one must suppose; lie down and go to sleep."

At that moment a lamp was brought into the bed-room. The patient
screwed up her eyes at the light, then suddenly put her hands to
her head and broke into sobs. And the impression of a destitute,
ugly creature vanished, and Korolyov no longer noticed the little
eyes or the heavy development of the lower part of the face. He saw
a soft, suffering expression which was intelligent and touching:
she seemed to him altogether graceful, feminine, and simple; and
he longed to soothe her, not with drugs, not with advice, but with
simple, kindly words. Her mother put her arms round her head and
hugged her. What despair, what grief was in the old woman's face!
She, her mother, had reared her and brought her up, spared nothing,
and devoted her whole life to having her daughter taught French,
dancing, music: had engaged a dozen teachers for her; had consulted
the best doctors, kept a governess. And now she could not make out
the reason of these tears, why there was all this misery, she could
not understand, and was bewildered; and she had a guilty, agitated,
despairing expression, as though she had omitted som