the general promptly made his escape, and lizabetha prokofievna after a while grew calm again. that evening, of course, she would be unusually attentive, gentle, and respectful to her "gross and churlish" husband, her "dear, kind ivan fedorovitch," for she had never left off loving him. she was even still "in love" with him. he knew it well, and for his part held her in the greatest esteem.