Further, Kupfer informed Aratoff that, prior to her arrival in Moscow, Clara had acted and sung in provincial theatres; that on losing her friend the actress (the gentleman had died also, it seems, or had made it up with his wife—­precisely which Kupfer did not quite remember ...), she had made the acquaintance of the Princess, “that woman of gold, whom thou, my friend Yakoff Andreitch,” the narrator added with feeling, “wert not able to appreciate at her true worth”; that finally Clara had been offered an engagement in Kazan, and had accepted it, although she had previously declared that she would never leave Moscow!—­But how the people of Kazan had loved her—­it was fairly amazing!  At every representation she received bouquets and gifts! bouquets and gifts!—­A flour merchant, the greatest bigwig in the government, had even presented her with a golden inkstand!—­Kupfer narrated all this with great animation, but without, however, displaying any special sentimentality, and interrupting his speech with the question:—­“Why dost thou want to know that?” ... or “To what end is that?” when Aratoff, after listening to him with devouring attention, demanded more and still more details.  Everything was said at last, and Kupfer ceased speaking, rewarding himself for his toil with a cigar.

“But why did she poison herself?” asked Aratoff.  “The newspaper stated....”

Kupfer waved his hands.—­“Well....  That I cannot say....  I don’t know.  But the newspaper lies, Clara behaved in an exemplary manner ... she had no love-affairs....  And how could she, with her pride!  She was as proud as Satan himself, and inaccessible!  An insubordinate head!  Firm as a rock!  If thou wilt believe me,—­I knew her pretty intimately, seest thou,—­I never beheld a tear in her eyes!”

“But I did,” thought Aratoff to himself.

“Only there is this to be said,” went on Kupfer:—­“I noticed a great change in her of late:  she became so depressed, she would remain silent for hours at a time; you couldn’t get a word out of her.  I once asked her:  ‘Has any one offended you, Katerina Semyonovna?’ Because I knew her disposition:  she could not endure an insult.  She held her peace, and that was the end of it!  Even her success on the stage did not cheer her up; they would shower her with bouquets ... and she would not smile!  She gave one glance at the gold inkstand,—­and put it aside!—­She complained that no one would write her a genuine part, as she conceived it.  And she gave up singing entirely.  I am to blame, brother!...  I repeated to her that thou didst not think she had any school.  But nevertheless ... why she poisoned herself is incomprehensible!  And the way she did it too....”

“In what part did she have the greatest success?"....  Aratoff wanted to find out what part she had played that last time, but for some reason or other he asked something else.