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 all right, all right!" All right, indeed! My mind was failing me. Well, I was sitting one night alone again by my patient. The maid was sitting there too, and snoring away in full swing; I can't find fault with the poor girl, though; she was worn out too. Alexandra Andreevna had felt very unwell all the evening; she was very feverish. Until midnight she kept tossing about; at last she seemed to fall asleep; at least, she lay still without stirring. The lamp was burning in the corner before the holy image. I sat there, you know, with my head bent; I even dozed a little. Suddenly it seemed as though someone touched me in the side; I turned round. Good God! Alexandra Andreevna was gazing with intent eyes at me  her lips parted, her cheeks seemed burning. "What is it?" "Doctor, shall I die?" "Merciful Heavens!" "No, doctor, no; please don't tell me I shall live  don't say so  If you knew. Listen! for God's sake don't conceal my real position," and her breath came so fast. "If I can know for certain that I must die then I will tell you all—all!" "Alexandra Andreevna, I beg!" "Listen; I have not been asleep at all  I have been looking at you a long while. For God's sake! I believe in you; you are a good man, an honest man; I entreat you by all that is sacred in the world—tell me the truth! If you knew how important it is for me. Doctor, for God's sake tell me. Am I in danger?" "What can I tell you, Alexandra Andreevna, pray?" "For God's sake,