Fyodor Dostoevsky

abode here, so am going to be your next-door neighbour. Are you

glad to hear that, or are you not?"

"My dear mother, believe me when I say that I am. sincerely

delighted," returned the General, who had now, to a certain

extent, recovered his senses; and inasmuch as, when occasion

arose, he could speak with fluency, gravity, and a certain

effect, he set himself to be expansive in his remarks, and went

on: "We have been so dismayed and upset by the news of your

indisposition! We had received such hopeless telegrams about

you! Then suddenly--"

"Fibs, fibs!" interrupted the Grandmother.

"How on earth, too, did you come to decide upon the journey?"

continued the General, with raised voice as he hurried to

overlook the old lady's last remark. "Surely, at your age, and

in your present state of health, the thing is so unexpected that

our surprise is at least intelligible. However, I am glad to see

you (as indeed, are we all"--he said this with a dignified, yet

conciliatory, smile), "and will use my best endeavours to

render your stay here as pleasant as possible."

"Enough! All this is empty chatter. You are talking the usual

nonsense. I shall know quite well how to spend my time. How did

I come to undertake the journey, you ask? Well, is there

anything so very surprising about it? It was done quite simply.

What is every one going into ecstasies about?--How do you do,

Prascovia? What are YOU doing here?"

"And how are YOU, Grandmother?" replied Polina, as she

approached the old lady. "Were you long on the journey?".

"The most sensible question that I have yet been asked! Well,

you shall hear for yourself how it all happened. I lay and lay,

and was doctored and doctored,; until at last I drove the

physicians from me, and called in an apothecary from Nicolai who

had cured an old woman of a malady similar to my own--cured her

merely with a little hayseed. Well, he did me a great deal of

good, for on the third day I broke into a sweat, and was able to

leave my bed. Then my German doctors held another consultation,

put on their spectacles, and told me that if I would go abroad,

and take a course of the waters, the indisposition would finally

pass away. 'Why should it not?' I thought to myself. So I had

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