"my dear good prince lef nicolaievitch," began the general again, suddenly, "both i and lizabetha prokofievna (who has begun to respect you once more, and me through you, goodness knows why!) we both love you very sincerely, and esteem you, in spite of any appearances to the contrary. but you’ll admit what a riddle it must have been for us when that calm, cold, little spitfire, aglaya (for she stood up to her mother and answered her questions with inexpressible contempt, and mine still more so, because, like a fool, i thought it my duty to assert myself as head of the family) when aglaya stood up of a sudden and informed us that ‘that madwoman’ (strangely enough, she used exactly the same expression as you did) ‘has taken it into her head to marry me to prince lef nicolaievitch, and therefore is doing her best to choke evgenie pavlovitch off, and rid the house of him.’ that’s what she said.