done, something that is generally done on such occasions, and

"What do you want?" she said, stopping.

"Nothing, only--" and, with an effort, remembering how men in his

position generally behave, he put his arm round her waist.

She stood still and looked into his eyes.

"Don't, Dmitri Ivanovitch, you must not," she said, blushing to

tears and pushing away his arm with her strong hard hand.

Nekhludoff let her go, and for a moment he felt not only confused