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Rh of what Kupfer had told him the evening before. It is true that his meditations, too, were of a fairly tranquil character. He fancied that this strange girl interested him from the psychological point of view, as something of the nature of a riddle, the solution of which was worth racking his brains over. 'Ran away with an actress living as a kept mistress,' he pondered, 'put herself under the protection of that princess, with whom she seems to have lived — and no love affairs? It's incredible! . . . Kupfer talked of pride! But in the first place we know' (Aratov ought to have said: we have read in books),. . . 'we know that pride can exist side by side with levity of conduct; and secondly, how came she, if she were so proud, to make an appointment with a man who might treat her with contempt. . . and did treat her with it. . . and in a public place, moreover. . . in a boulevard!' At this point Aratov recalled all the scene in the boulevard, and he asked himself, Had he really shown contempt for Clara? 'No,' he decided,. . . 'it was another feeling. . . a feeling of doubt. . . lack of confidence, in fact!' 'Unhappy Clara!' was again ringing in his head. 'Yes, unhappy,' he decided again. . . . 'That 's the most fitting word. And, if so, I was unjust. She said truly that I did not understand her.