“No, we can’t, on account of this end of the stables.” And she added,
with an acuteness which surprised Razumov, “But anybody looking out of
an upstairs window would know that you have not passed through the gates
yet.”
“Who’s likely to spy out of the window?” queried Razumov. “Peter
Ivanovitch?”
She nodded.
“Why should he trouble his head?”
“He expects somebody this afternoon.”
“You know the person?”
“There’s more than one.”
She had lowered her eyelids. Razumov looked at her curiously.
“Of course. You hear everything they say.”