Chapter 34 No.34

It was seven o'clock in the evening. Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch was sitting alone in his study-the room he had been fond of in old days. It was lofty, carpeted with rugs, and contained somewhat heavy old-fashioned furniture. He was sitting on the sofa in the corner, dressed as though to go out, though he did not seem to be intending to do so. On the t