would come to the same conclusion. When he saw that the

merchant's awkward defence (evidently based on his physical

admiration for her, which he did not even try to hide) and the

foreman's insistence, and especially everybody's weariness, were

all tending to her condemnation, he longed to state his

objections, yet dared not, lest his relations with Maslova should

be discovered. He felt he could not allow things to go on without

stating his objection; and, blushing and growing pale again, was