"Well, big sister's off again!
That's the bad thing about her.
And, by the way, I thought father would be sure to go with Rogozhin.
He's probably sorry now.
In fact, I should go and see how he is," Kolya added, going out.
"Thank God, I took mama away and put her to bed, and there are no new developments.
Ganya is confused and very pensive.
And he has reason to be.
What a lesson! . . .
I've come to thank you once again, Prince, and to ask you: did you know Nastasya Filippovna before?"
"No, I didn't."
"Then what made you tell her to her face that she was 'not like that'?
And it seems you guessed right.
It appears that she may indeed not be like that.
However, I can't make her out!
Of course, her aim was to insult us, that's clear.
I heard a great many strange things about her even before.
But if she came to invite us, why did she start treating mama that way?
Ptitsyn knows her very well; he says he couldn't figure her out just now.
And with Rogozhin?
A woman can't speak like that, if she has any self-respect, in the house of her . . . Mama is also very worried about you."
"It's nothing!" the prince said and waved his hand.
"And how is it she listened to you . . ."
"Listened to what?"
"You told her she was ashamed, and she suddenly changed completely.
You have influence over her, Prince," Varya added with a slight smile.
The door opened, and quite unexpectedly Ganya came in.
He did not even hesitate on seeing Varya; for a moment he stood on the threshold and with sudden resoluteness went up to the prince.
"Prince, I acted meanly, forgive me, dear heart," he said suddenly, with strong emotion.
The features of his face expressed strong pain.
The prince stared in amazement and did not respond at once.
"Well, so, forgive me, forgive me!" Ganya insisted impatiently. "Well, if you want, I'll kiss your hand right now."
The prince was extremely surprised and silently embraced Ganya with both arms.
The two men kissed each other with sincere feeling.
"I never, never thought you were like this," the prince said at last, barely catching his breath. "I thought you were . . . incapable."
"Of apologizing? . . .
And what made me think earlier that you were an idiot?
You notice things that other people never notice.
One could talk with you, but . . . better not to talk!"
"There's someone else here that you should apologize to," the prince said, pointing to Varya.
"No, they're all my enemies.
Rest assured, Prince, I've tried many times; they don't forgive sincerely here!" Ganya burst out hotly and turned away from Varya.
"No, I will forgive you!" Varya said suddenly.
"And go to Nastasya Filippovna's tonight?"
"I will if you tell me to, only you'd better judge for yourself: is it at all possible for me to go now?"
"But she's not like that.
See what riddles she sets!
Tricks!" And Ganya laughed spitefully.
"I know myself she's not like that and has her tricks, but what tricks?
And besides, look, how does she consider you yourself, Ganya?