“It’s Liputin; I am lost!” he whispered, clutching at my arm.
At the same instant Liputin walked into the room.
IV
Why he should be lost owing to Liputin I did not know, and indeed I did not attach much significance to the words; I put it all down to his nerves. His terror, however, was remarkable, and I made up my mind to keep a careful watch on him.
The very appearance of Liputin as he came in assured us that he had on this occasion a special right to come in, in spite of the prohibition. He brought with him an unknown gentleman, who must have been a new arrival in the town. In reply to the senseless stare of my petrified friend, he called out immediately in a loud voice:
“I’m bringing you a visitor, a special one! I make bold to intrude on your solitude. Mr. Kirillov, a very distin
