midday
Trirodov said proudly : `` I know the true path -- my path . '' `` Good-bye , '' said Prince Davidov simply and calmly . He left -- and in a little while it seemed that he had not been there . Lost in painful reflections , Trirodov did not hear the noise of the departing carriage ; the unexpected call of the dark-faced , fascinating visitor , with his flaming speech and his fiery eyes , stirred his memory like a midday dream , like an abrupt hallucination . `` Who is his fiancée , and why is she here ? '' Trirodov asked himself . A strange , impossible idea came into his head .