suddenly hippolyte arose. his face, shockingly pale, was that of a man overwhelmed with shame and despair. this was shown chiefly in the look of fear and hatred which he cast upon the assembled company, and in the wild smile upon his trembling lips. then he cast down his eyes, and with the same smile, staggered towards burdovsky and doktorenko, who stood at the entrance to the verandah. he had decided to go with them.