"Ask, rather, Oblomov," he replied.

" Confess now, Ilya : how long is it since you felt as you are feeling at this moment? " '-iYet he might have felt like that this morning if ' a cracked barrel-organ ' had happened to pass his window," put in Olga but so kindly as to rob the words of their sarcasm. '-He never keeps his windows open/' re- marked Schtoltz. ^Consequently he could not possibly hear what is going on outside." That night Oblomov was powerless to sleep. ?He paced the room in a mood of thoughtful despondency, and at dawn left the house to roam the city, with his head and his heart full of God only knows what feelings and reflections ! Three days later he called again at the aunt's. ' 2 1 want you," said Olga, " to feel thoroughly at home here." '-Then pray do not look at me as you are doing now, and as you have always done." Instantly her glance lost its usual expres- sion of curiosity, and became wholly softened to kindness. '- Why do you mind my looking at you so much?" she asked.