the timeswhen people do not agree somehow and wiped his eyes. He did not wish to spend the
evening of his days with a shaven head in the penitents cell of some monasteryand subjected to
all the severities of ecclesiastical discipline; for they would show no mercy to an old man, he groaned.
He became almost hysterical, and the two ladies, full of commiseration, soothed him the best they could
before they let him go back to his cottage. But, as a matter of fact, they had very few visitors. The neighbourssome
of them old friendsbegan to keep away; a few from timidity, others with marked disdain, being
grand people that came only for the summerMiss Haldin explained to mearistocrats, reactionaries.
It was a solitary existence for a young girl. Her relations with her mother were of the tenderest and
most open kind; but Mrs. Haldin had seen the experiences of her own generation, its sufferings, its deceptions,
its apostasies too. Her affection for her children was expressed by the suppression of all signs of anxiety.
She maintained a heroic reserve. To Nathalie Haldin, her brother with his Petersburg existence, not
enigmatical in the least (there could be no doubt of what he felt or thought) but conducted a little mysteriously,
was the only visible representative of a prescribed liberty. All the significance of freedom, its indefinite
promises, lived in their long discussions, which breathed the loftiest hope of action and faith in success.
Then, suddenly, the action, the hopes came to an end with the details ferreted out by the English journalist.
The concrete fact, the fact of his death remained, but it remained obscure in its deeper causes. She felt
herself abandoned without explanation. But she did not suspect him. What she wanted was to learn
almost at any cost how she could remain faithful to his departed spirit.