"Ah, my dear fellow! There are ways of doing everything; often things may remain unspoken, but yet may be guessed"... "That is true... But the love which we read in the eyes does not pledge a woman to anything, whilst words... Have a care, Grushnitski, she is befooling you!" "She?" he answered, raising his eyes heavenward and smiling complacently. "I am sorry for you, Pechorin!"... He took his departure.
