To soften the last words, she stroked his head and said: 

“You’re not good-looking, but you’re a dear.”

She was so agitated that a faint flush came into her cheeks, and she began discussing eagerly whether it would be the proper thing for her to bless Alyosha with the ikon at the wedding.  She was, she reasoned, his elder sister, and took the place of his mother; and she kept trying to convince her dejected brother that the wedding must be celebrated in proper style, with pomp and gaiety, so that no one could find fault with it.

Then he began going to the Byelavins’ as an accepted suitor, three or four times a day; and now he never had time to take Sasha’s place and read aloud the historical novel.  Yulia used to receive him in her two rooms, which were at a distance from the drawing-room and her father’s study, and he liked them very much.  The walls in them were dark; in the corner stood a case of ikons; and there was a smell of good scent and of the oil in the holy lamp.  Her rooms were at the furthest end of the house; her bedstead and dressing-table were shut off by a screen.  The doors of the bookcase were covered on the inside with a green curtain, and there were rugs on the floor, so that her footsteps were noiseless—­and from this he concluded that she was of a reserved character, and that she liked a quiet, peaceful, secluded life.  In her own home she was treated as though she were not quite grown up.  She had no money of her own, and sometimes when they were out for walks together, she was overcome with confusion at not having a farthing.  Her father allowed her very little for dress and books, hardly ten pounds a year.  And, indeed, the doctor himself had not much money in spite of his good practice.  He played cards every night at the club, and always lost.  Moreover, he bought mortgaged houses through a building society, and let them.  The tenants were irregular in paying the rent, but he was convinced that such speculations were profitable.  He had mortgaged his own house in which he and his daughter were living, and with the money so raised had bought a piece of waste ground, and had already begun to build on it a large two-storey house, meaning to mortgage it, too, as soon as it was finished.

Laptev now lived in a sort of cloud, feeling as though he were not himself, but his double, and did many things which he would never have brought himself to do before.  He went three or four times to the club with the doctor, had supper with him, and offered him money for house-building.  He even visited Panaurov at his other establishment.  It somehow happened that Panaurov invited him to dinner, and without thinking, Laptev accepted.  He was received by a lady of five-and-thirty.  She was tall and thin, with hair touched with grey, and black eyebrows, apparently not Russian.  There were white patches of powder on her face.  She gave him a honeyed smile and pressed his hand jerkily, so that the bracelets on