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He only noticed that she seemed to know the road very well;
and once, when he thought it better to go by a certain lane,
and remarked to her that it would be quieter and less public,
she only said, ‘it’s all the same,’ and went on.
When they were almost arrived at Daria Alexeyevna’s
house (it was a large wooden structure of ancient date), a
gorgeously-dressed lady and a young girl came out of it.
Both these ladies took their seats in a carriage, which was
waiting at the door, talking and laughing loudly the while,
and drove away without appearing to notice the approach-
ing couple.
No sooner had the carriage driven off than the door
opened once more; and Rogojin, who had apparently been
awaiting them, let them in and closed it after them.
‘There is not another soul in the house now excepting our
four selves,’ he said aloud, looking at the prince in a strange
way.
Nastasia Philipovna was waiting for them in the first
room they went into. She was dressed very simply, in black.
She rose at their entrance, but did not smile or give her
hand, even to the prince. Her anxious eyes were fixed upon
Aglaya. Both sat down, at a little distance from one anoth-
er—Aglaya on the sofa, in the corner of the room, Nastasia
by the window. The prince and Rogojin remained standing,
and were not invited to sit.
Muishkin glanced at Rogojin in perplexity, but the latter
only smiled disagreeably, and said nothing. The silence con-
tinued for some few moments.
An ominous expression passed over Nastasia Philipov-