as he never tells a lie, there must be something in his words. his smile is a pleasant one. i have had a good look at him. i don’t know whether i like him or not; and i have no time to waste over the question. the hatred which i felt for him for five months has become considerably modified, i may say, during the last month. who knows, perhaps i am going to pavlofsk on purpose to see him! but why do i leave my chamber?