Page 348 - the-idiot

‘No, oh no!’ cried Lebedeff, waving his arms; ‘if she is
afraid, it is not for the reason you think. By the way, do
you know that the monster comes every day to inquire after
your health?’
‘You call him a monster so often that it makes me suspi-
cious.’
‘You must have no suspicions, none whatever,’ said Leb-
edeff quickly. ‘I only want you to know that the person in
question is not afraid of him, but of something quite, quite
different.’
‘What on earth is she afraid of, then? Tell me plainly,
without any more beating about the bush,’ said the prince,
exasperated by the other’s mysterious grimaces.
‘Ah that is the secret,’ said Lebedeff, with a smile.
‘Whose secret?’
‘Yours. You forbade me yourself to mention it before you,
most excellent prince,’ murmured Lebedeff. Then, satisfied
that he had worked up Muishkin’s curiosity to the highest
pitch, he added abruptly: ‘She is afraid of Aglaya Ivanovna.’
The prince frowned for a moment in silence, and then
said suddenly:
‘Really, Lebedeff, I must leave your house. Where are
Gavrila Ardalionovitch and the Ptitsins? Are they here?
Have you chased them away, too?’
‘They are coming, they are coming; and the general as
well. I will open all the doors; I will call all my daughters,
all of them, this very minute,’ said Lebedeff in a low voice,
thoroughly frightened, and waving his hands as he ran
from door to door.