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"
Mamma
,
it
's
rather
a
strange
order
,
that
!
"
said
Adelaida
,
who
was
fussing
among
her
paints
and
paint-brushes
at
the
easel
.
Aglaya
and
Alexandra
had
settled
themselves
with
folded
hands
on
a
sofa
,
evidently
meaning
to
be
listeners
.
The
prince
felt
that
the
general
attention
was
concentrated
upon
himself
.
"
I
should
refuse
to
say
a
word
if
I
were
ordered
to
tell
a
story
like
that
!
"
observed
Aglaya
.
"
Why
?
what
's
there
strange
about
it
?
He
has
a
tongue
.
Why
should
n't
he
tell
us
something
?
I
want
to
judge
whether
he
is
a
good
story-teller
;
anything
you
like
,
prince
--
how
you
liked
Switzerland
,
what
was
your
first
impression
,
anything
.
You
'll
see
,
he
'll
begin
directly
and
tell
us
all
about
it
beautifully
.
"
"
The
impression
was
forcible
--
"
the
prince
began
.
"
There
,
you
see
,
girls
,
"
said
the
impatient
lady
,
"
he
has
begun
,
you
see
.
"
"
Well
,
then
,
let
him
talk
,
mamma
,
"
said
Alexandra
.
"
This
prince
is
a
great
humbug
and
by
no
means
an
idiot
,
"
she
whispered
to
Aglaya
.
"
Oh
,
I
saw
that
at
once
,
"
replied
the
latter
.
"
I
do
n't
think
it
at
all
nice
of
him
to
play
a
part
.
What
does
he
wish
to
gain
by
it
,
I
wonder
?
"
"
My
first
impression
was
a
very
strong
one
,
"
repeated
the
prince
.
"
When
they
took
me
away
from
Russia
,
I
remember
I
passed
through
many
German
towns
and
looked
out
of
the
windows
,
but
did
not
trouble
so
much
as
to
ask
questions
about
them
.
This
was
after
a
long
series
of
fits
.
I
always
used
to
fall
into
a
sort
of
torpid
condition
after
such
a
series
,
and
lost
my
memory
almost
entirely
;
and
though
I
was
not
altogether
without
reason
at
such
times
,
yet
I
had
no
logical
power
of
thought
.
This
would
continue
for
three
or
four
days
,
and
then
I
would
recover
myself
again
.
I
remember
my
melancholy
was
intolerable
;
I
felt
inclined
to
cry
;
I
sat
and
wondered
and
wondered
uncomfortably
;
the
consciousness
that
everything
was
strange
weighed
terribly
upon
me
;
I
could
understand
that
it
was
all
foreign
and
strange
.
I
recollect
I
awoke
from
this
state
for
the
first
time
at
Basle
,
one
evening
;
the
bray
of
a
donkey
aroused
me
,
a
donkey
in
the
town
market
.
I
saw
the
donkey
and
was
extremely
pleased
with
it
,
and
from
that
moment
my
head
seemed
to
clear
.
"
