"Go away, Alexey Fyodorovitch! It’s shameful, it’s awful for me! To–morrow, I beg you on my knees, come to–morrow. Don’t condemn me. Forgive me. I don’t know what I shall do with myself now!"
Alyosha walked out into the street reeling. He could have wept as she did. Suddenly he was overtaken by the maid.
"The young lady forgot to give you this letter from Madame Hohlakov; it’s been left with us since dinner–time."
Alyosha took the little pink envelope mechanically and put it, almost unconsciously, into his pocket.
