Book 1 Chapter 24 The Trial - The Sentence

"No; it is impossible to leave it as it is," said Nekhludoff to
himself, utterly forgetting his bad thoughts. He did not know why
he wished to look at her once more, but hurried out into the
corridor. There was quite a crowd at the door. The advocates and
jury were going out, pleased to have finished the business, and
he was obliged to wait a few seconds, and when he at last got out
into the corridor she was far in front. He hurried along the
corridor after her, regardless of the attention he was arousing,
caught her up, passed her, and stopped. She had ceased crying and
only sobbed, wiping her red, discoloured face with the end of the
kerchief on her head. She passed without noticing him. Then he
hurried back to see the president. The latter had already left
the court, and Nekhludoff followed him into the lobby and went up
to him just as he had put on his light grey overcoat and was
taking the silver-mounted walking-stick which an attendant was
handing him.

"Sir, may I have a few words with you concerning some business I
have just decided upon?" said Nekhludoff. "I am one of the jury."

"Oh, certainly, Prince Nekhludoff. I shall be delighted. I think
we have met before," said the president, pressing Nekhludoff's
hand and recalling with pleasure the evening when he first met
Nekhludoff, and when he had danced so gaily, better than all the
young people. "What can I do for you?"

"There is a mistake in the answer concerning Maslova. She is not
guilty of the poisoning and yet she is condemned to penal
servitude," said Nekhludoff, with a preoccupied and gloomy air.