"If you please!" he uttered, and stood aside to let her pa.s.s him. A strong smell of fine scent, which he had long not encountered, struck him. She went through the little porch into the cell where he lived. He closed the outer door without fastening the hook, and stepped in after her.
"Lord Jesus Christ, Son of G.o.d, have mercy on me a sinner! Lord, have mercy on me a sinner!" he prayed unceasingly, not merely to himself but involuntarily moving his lips. "If you please!" he said to her again.
She stood in the middle of the room, moisture dripping from her to the floor as she looked him over. Her eyes were laughing.
"Forgive me for having disturbed your solitude. But you see what a position I am in. It all came about from our starting from town for a sledge-drive, and my making a bet that I would walk back by myself from the Vorobevka to the town. But then I lost my way, and if I had not happened to come upon your cell..." She began lying, but his face confused her so that she could not continue, but became silent. She had not expected him to be at all such as he was. He was not as handsome as she had imagined, but was nevertheless beautiful in her eyes: his greyish hair and beard, slightly curling, his fine, regular nose, and his eyes like glowing coal when he looked at her, made a strong impression on her.
He saw that she was lying.
"Yes... so," said he, looking at her and again lowering his eyes. "I will go in there, and this place is at your disposal."
And taking down the little lamp, he lit a candle, and bowing low to her went into the small cell beyond the part.i.tion, and she heard him begin to move something about there. "Probably he is barricading himself in from me!" she thought with a smile, and throwing off her white dogskin cloak she tried to take off her cap, which had become entangled in her hair and in the woven kerchief she was wearing under it. She had not got at all wet when standing under the window, and had said so only as a pretext to get him to let her in. But she really had stepped into the puddle at the door, and her left foot was wet up to the ankle and her overshoe full of water. She sat down on his bed--a bench only covered by a bit of carpet--and began to take off her boots. The little cell seemed to her charming. The narrow little room, some seven feet by nine, was as clean as gla.s.s. There was nothing in it but the bench on which she was sitting, the book-shelf above it, and a lectern in the corner.
A sheepskin coat and a ca.s.sock hung on nails by the door. Above the lectern was the little lamp and an icon of Christ in His crown of thorns. The room smelt strangely of perspiration and of earth. It all pleased her--even that smell. Her wet feet, especially one of them, were uncomfortable, and she quickly began to take off her boots and stockings without ceasing to smile, pleased not so much at having achieved her object as because she perceived that she had abashed that charming, strange, striking, and attractive man. "He did not respond, but what of that?" she said to herself.
"Father Sergius! Father Sergius! Or how does one call you?"
"What do you want?" replied a quiet voice.
"Please forgive me for disturbing your solitude, but really I could not help it. I should simply have fallen ill. And I don"t know that I shan"t now. I am all wet and my feet are like ice."
"Pardon me," replied the quiet voice. "I cannot be of any a.s.sistance to you."
"I would not have disturbed you if I could have helped it. I am only here till daybreak."
He did not reply and she heard him muttering something, probably his prayers.
"You will not be coming in here?" she asked, smiling. "For I must undress to dry myself."
He did not reply, but continued to read his prayers.
"Yes, that is a man!" thought she, getting her dripping boot off with difficulty. She tugged at it, but could not get it off. The absurdity of it struck her and she began to laugh almost inaudibly. But knowing that he would hear her laughter and would be moved by it just as she wished him to be, she laughed louder, and her laughter--gay, natural, and kindly--really acted on him just in the way she wished.
"Yes, I could love a man like that--such eyes and such a simple n.o.ble face, and pa.s.sionate too despite all the prayers he mutters!" thought she. "You can"t deceive a woman in these things. As soon as he put his face to the window and saw me, he understood and knew. The glimmer of it was in his eyes and remained there. He began to love me and desired me.
Yes--desired!" said she, getting her overshoe and her boot off at last and starting to take off her stockings. To remove those long stockings fastened with elastic it was necessary to raise her skirts. She felt embarra.s.sed and said:
"Don"t come in!"
But there was no reply from the other side of the wall. The steady muttering continued and also a sound of moving.
"He is prostrating himself to the ground, no doubt," thought she.
"But he won"t bow himself out of it. He is thinking of me just as I am thinking of him. He is thinking of these feet of mine with the same feeling that I have!" And she pulled off her wet stockings and put her feet up on the bench, pressing them under her. She sat a while like that with her arms round her knees and looking pensively before her. "But it is a desert, here in this silence. No one would ever know...."
She rose, took her stockings over to the stove, and hung them on the damper. It was a queer damper, and she turned it about, and then, stepping lightly on her bare feet, returned to the bench and sat down there again with her feet up.
There was complete silence on the other side of the part.i.tion. She looked at the tiny watch that hung round her neck. It was two o"clock.
"Our party should return about three!" She had not more than an hour before her. "Well, am I to sit like this all alone? What nonsense! I don"t want to. I will call him at once."
"Father Sergius, Father Sergius! Sergey Dmitrich! Prince Kasatsky!"
Beyond the part.i.tion all was silent.
"Listen! This is cruel. I would not call you if it were not necessary.
I am ill. I don"t know what is the matter with me!" she exclaimed in a tone of suffering. "Oh! Oh!" she groaned, falling back on the bench. And strange to say she really felt that her strength was failing, that she was becoming faint, that everything in her ached, and that she was shivering with fever.
"Listen! Help me! I don"t know what is the matter with me. Oh! Oh!" She unfastened her dress, exposing her breast, and lifted her arms, bare to the elbow. "Oh! Oh!"
All this time he stood on the other side of the part.i.tion and prayed.
Having finished all the evening prayers, he now stood motionless, his eyes looking at the end of his nose, and mentally repeated with all his soul: "Lord Jesus Christ, Son of G.o.d, have mercy upon me!"
But he had heard everything. He had heard how the silk rustled when she took off her dress, how she stepped with bare feet on the floor, and had heard how she rubbed her feet with her hand. He felt his own weakness, and that he might be lost at any moment. That was why he prayed unceasingly. He felt rather as the hero in the fairy-tale must have felt when he had to go on and on without looking round. So Sergius heard and felt that danger and destruction were there, hovering above and around him, and that he could only save himself by not looking in that direction for an instant. But suddenly the desire to look seized him. At the same instant she said:
"This is inhuman. I may die...."
"Yes, I will go to her, but like the Saint who laid one hand on the adulteress and thrust his other into the brazier. But there is no brazier here." He looked round. The lamp! He put his finger over the flame and frowned, preparing himself to suffer. And for a rather long time, as it seemed to him, there was no sensation, but suddenly--he had not yet decided whether it was painful enough--he writhed all over, jerked his hand away, and waved it in the air. "No, I can"t stand that!"
"For G.o.d"s sake come to me! I am dying! Oh!"
"Well--shall I perish? No, not so!"
"I will come to you directly," he said, and having opened his door, he went without looking at her through the cell into the porch where he used to chop wood. There he felt for the block and for an axe which leant against the wall.
"Immediately!" he said, and taking up the axe with his right hand he laid the forefinger of his left hand on the block, swung the axe, and struck with it below the second joint. The finger flew off more lightly than a stick of similar thickness, and bounding up, turned over on the edge of the block and then fell to the floor.
He heard it fall before he felt any pain, but before he had time to be surprised he felt a burning pain and the warmth of flowing blood. He hastily wrapped the stump in the skirt of his ca.s.sock, and pressing it to his hip went back into the room, and standing in front of the woman, lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice: "What do you want?"
She looked at his pale face and his quivering left cheek, and suddenly felt ashamed. She jumped up, seized her fur cloak, and throwing it round her shoulders, wrapped herself up in it.
"I was in pain... I have caught cold... I... Father Sergius...
I..."
He let his eyes, shining with a quiet light of joy, rest upon her, and said:
"Dear sister, why did you wish to ruin your immortal soul? Temptations must come into the world, but woe to him by whom temptation comes. Pray that G.o.d may forgive us!"
She listened and looked at him. Suddenly she heard the sound of something dripping. She looked down and saw that blood was flowing from his hand and down his ca.s.sock.
"What have you done to your hand?" She remembered the sound she had heard, and seizing the little lamp ran out into the porch. There on the floor she saw the b.l.o.o.d.y finger. She returned with her face paler than his and was about to speak to him, but he silently pa.s.sed into the back cell and fastened the door.
"Forgive me!" she said. "How can I atone for my sin?"
"Go away."
"Let me tie up your hand."
"Go away from here."
She dressed hurriedly and silently, and when ready sat waiting in her furs. The sledge-bells were heard outside.
"Father Sergius, forgive me!"