Listen listen I interrupted her. Forgive me if I tell you something else.... I tell you what I cant help coming here to-morrow I am a dreamer I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now as so rare that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night a whole week a whole year. I shall certainly come here to-morrow just here to this place just at the same hour and I shall be happy remembering today. This place is dear to me already. I have already two or three such places in Petersburg. I once shed tears over memories ... like you.... Who knows perhaps you were weeping ten minutes ago over some memory.... But forgive me I have forgotten myself again perhaps you have once been particularly happy here....

And in vain the dreamer rakes over his old dreams as though seeking a spark among the embers to fan them into flame to warm his chilled heart by the rekindled fire and to rouse up in it again all that was so sweet that touched his heart that set his blood boiling drew tears from his eyes and so luxuriously deceived him