A Novella in Three Partsby Fyodor Dostoyevsky
On the promenade, as it is called here, that is, in the chestnut avenue, I met my Englishman.
“Tell me, first, how it is that you know all this?” I asked in amazement. “Is it possible that everybody knows of it?”
“Oh, no, everyone doesn’t; and, indeed, it’s not worth their knowing. No one is talking about it.”
“Then how do you know it?”
“I know, that is, I chanced to learn it. Now, where are you going when you leave here? I like you and that is why I was coming to see you.”