"prince," whispered hippolyte, suddenly, his eyes all ablaze, "you don’t suppose that i did not foresee all this hatred?" he looked at the prince as though he expected him to reply, for a moment. "enough!" he added at length, and addressing the whole company, he cried: "it’s all my fault, gentlemen! lebedeff, here’s the key," (he took out a small bunch of keys); "this one, the last but one colia will show you colia, where’s colia?" he cried, looking straight at colia and not seeing him. "yes, he’ll show you; he packed the bag with me this morning. take him up, colia; my bag is upstairs in the prince’s study, under the table. here’s the key, and in the little case you’ll find my pistol and the powder, and all. colia packed it himself, mr. lebedeff; he’ll show you; but it’s on condition that tomorrow morning, when i leave for petersburg, you will give me back my pistol, do you hear? i do this for the prince’s sake, not yours."