He went on, slowly letting the hurrying visitors pass before, and

experiencing a mingled feeling of horror at the evil-doers locked

up in this building, compassion for those who, like Katusha and

the boy they tried the day before, must be here though guiltless,

and shyness and tender emotion at the thought of the interview

before him. The warder at the other end of the meeting-room said

something as they passed, but Nekhludoff, absorbed by his own

thoughts, paid no attention to him, and continued to follow the