`No, I don't smoke,' Alexei Alexandrovich answered calmly,

`No, I don't smoke,' Alexei Alexandrovich answered calmly, and, as though purposely wishing to show that he was not afraid of the subject, he turned to Pestsov with a chilly smile.
`I imagine that such a view has a foundation in the very nature of things,' he said, and would have gone on to the drawing room. But at this point Turovtsin broke suddenly and unexpectedly into the conversation, addressing Alexei Alexandrovich.
`You heard, perhaps, about Priachnikov?' said Turovtsin, warmed up by the champagne he had drunk, and long waiting for an opportunity to break the silence that had weighed on him. `Vassia Priachnikov,' he said, with a good-natured smile on his moist, red lips, addressing himself principally to the most important guest, Alexei Alexandrovich, `they told me today he fought a duel with Kvitsky at Tver, and has killed him.'
Just as it always seems that one bruises oneself on a sore place, so Stepan Arkadyevich felt now that the conversation would by ill luck fall at any moment on Alexei Alexandrovich's sore spot. He would again have got his brother-in-law away, but Alexei Alexandrovich himself inquired, with curiosity:
`What did Priachnikov fight about?'
`His wife. Acted like a man, he did! Called him out and shot him!'
`Ah!' said Alexei Alexandrovich indifferently, and, lifting his eyebrows, he went into the drawing room.
`How glad I am you have come,' Dolly said with a frightened smile, meeting him in the outer drawing room. `I must talk to you. Let's sit here.'
Alexei Alexandrovich, with the same expression of indifference, due to his lifted eyebrows, sat down beside Darya Alexandrovna, and smiled affectedly.
`It's fortunate,' said he, `especially as I meant to ask you to excuse me, and to be taking leave. I have to start tomorrow.'
Darya Alexandrovna was firmly convinced of Anna's innocence, and she felt herself growing pale and her lips quivering with anger at this frigid, unfeeling man, who was so calmly intending to ruin her innocent friend.
`Alexei Alexandrovich,' she said, with desperate resolution looking him in the face, `I asked you about Anna; you made me no answer. How is she?'
`She is, I believe, quite well, Darya Alexandrovna,' replied Alexei Alexandrovich, without looking at her.
`Alexei Alexandrovich, forgive me, I have no right... But I love Anna as a sister, and esteem her; I beg, I beseech you to tell me what is wrong between you? What fault do you find with her?'
Alexei Alexandrovich frowned, and, almost closing his eyes, dropped his head.
`I presume that your husband has told you the grounds on which I consider it necessary to change my attitude to Anna Arkadyevna?' he said, without looking her in the face, but eying with displeasure Shcherbatsky, who was walking across the drawing room.
`I don't believe it, I don't believe it - I can't believe it!' Dolly said, clasping her bony hands before her with a vigorous gesture. She rose quickly and laid her hand on Alexei Alexandrovich's sleeve. `We shall be disturbed here. Come this way, please.'
Dolly's agitation had an effect on Alexei Alexandrovich. He got up and submissively followed her to the schoolroom. They sat down at a table covered with an oilcloth cut in slits by penknives.
`I don't - I don't believe it!' Dolly said, trying to catch his glance, still avoiding her.
`One cannot disbelieve facts, Darya Alexandrovna,' said he, with an emphasis on the word facts.
`But what has she done?' said Darya Alexandrovna. `What, precisely, has she done?'
`She has forsaken her duty, and deceived her husband. That's what she has done,' said he.
`No, no, it can't be! No, for God's sake, you are mistaken,' said Dolly, putting her hands to her temples and closing her eyes.