Chapter 63: At a Summer Villa

At a Summer Villa “I love you. You are my life, my happiness—everything to me! Forgive the avowal, but I have not the strength to suffer and be silent. I ask not for love in return, but for sympathy. Be at the old arbour at eight o’clock this evening. … To sign my name is unnecessary I think, but do not be uneasy at my being anonymous. I am young, nice-looking … what more do you want?” When Pavel Ivanitch Vyhodtsev, a practical married man who was spending his holidays at a summer vil…