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I saw for myself what I knew before. You’ve read her letters,
I suppose?’
‘Did you read them?’ asked the prince, struck by the
thought.
‘Of course—she showed them to me herself. You are
thinking of the razor, eh? Ha, ha, ha!’
‘Oh, she is mad!’ cried the prince, wringing his hands.
‘Who knows? Perhaps she is not so mad after all,’ said Rogo-
jin, softly, as though thinking aloud.
The prince made no reply.
‘Well, good-bye,’ said Rogojin. ‘I’m off tomorrow too, you
know. Remember me kindly! By-the-by,’ he added, turning
round sharply again, ‘did you answer her question just now?
Are you happy, or not?’
‘No, no, no!’ cried the prince, with unspeakable sadness.
‘Ha, ha! I never supposed you would say ‘yes,’’ cried
Rogojin, laughing sardonically.
And he disappeared, without looking round again.