"P.P.S. One last, but important request more; since I am going away, I hope you will not allude before Natalya Alexyevna to my visit to you."
"Well, what do you say to that?" asked Volintsev, directly Lezhnyov had finished the letter.
"What is one to say?" replied Lezhnyov, "Cry "Allah! Allah!" like a Mussulman and sit gaping with astonishment--that"s all one can do....
Well, a good riddance! But it"s curious: you see he thought it his _duty_ to write you this letter, and he came to see you from a sense of _duty_... these gentlemen find a duty at every step, some duty they owe... or some debt," added Lezhnyov, pointing with a smile to the postscript.
"And what phrases he rounds off!" cried Volintsev. "He was mistaken in me. He expected I would be superior to my surroundings. What a rigmarole! Good G.o.d! it"s worse than poetry!"
Lezhnyov made no reply, but his eyes were smiling. Volintsev got up.
"I want to go to Darya Mihailovna"s," he announced. "I want to find out what it all means."
"Wait a little, my dear boy; give him time to get off. What"s the good of running up against him again? He is to vanish, it seems. What more do you want? Better go and lie down and get a little sleep; you have been tossing about all night, I expect. But everything will be smooth for you."
"What leads you to that conclusion?"
"Oh, I think so. There, go and have a nap; I will go and see your sister. I will keep her company."
"I don"t want to sleep in the least. What"s the object of my going to bed? I had rather go out to the fields," said Volintsev, putting on his out-of-door coat.
"Well, that"s a good thing too. Go along, and look at the fields...."
And Lezhnyov betook himself to the apartments of Alexandra Pavlovna.
He found her in the drawing-room. She welcomed him effusively. She was always pleased when he came; but her face still looked sorrowful. She was uneasy about Rudin"s visit the day before.
"You have seen my brother?" she asked Lezhnyov. "How is he to-day?"
"All right, he has gone to the fields."
Alexandra Favlovna did not speak for a minute.
"Tell me, please," she began, gazing earnestly at the hem of her pocket-handkerchief, "don"t you know why..."
"Rudin came here?" put in Lezhnyov. "I know, he came to say good-bye."
Alexandra Pavlovna lifted up her head.
"What, to say good-bye!"
"Yes. Haven"t you heard? He is leaving Darya Mihailovna"s."
"He is leaving?"
"For ever; at least he says so."
"But pray, how is one to explain it, after all?..."
"Oh, that"s a different matter! To explain it is impossible, but it is so. Something must have happened with them. He pulled the string too tight--and it has snapped."
"Mihailo Mihailitch!" began Alexandra Pavlovna, "I don"t understand; you are laughing at me, I think...."
"No indeed! I tell you he is going away, and he even let his friends know by letter. It"s just as well, I daresay, from one point of view; but his departure has prevented one surprising enterprise from being carried out that I had begun to talk to your brother about."
"What do you mean? What enterprise?"
"Why, I proposed to your brother that we should go on our travels, to distract his mind, and take you with us. To look after you especially I would take on myself...."
"That"s capital!" cried Alexandra Pavlovna. "I can fancy how you would look after me. Why, you would let me die of hunger."
"You say so, Alexandra Pavlovna, because you don"t know me. You think I am a perfect blockhead, a log; but do you know I am capable of melting like sugar, of spending whole days on my knees?"
"I should like to see that, I must say!"
Lezhnyov suddenly got up. "Well, marry me, Alexandra Pavlovna, and you will see all that"
Alexandra Pavlovna blushed up to her ears.
"What did you say, Mihailo Mihailitch?" she murmured in confusion.
"I said what it has been for ever so long," answered Lezhnyov, "on the tip of my tongue to say a thousand times over. I have brought it out at last, and you must act as you think best. But I will go away now, so as not to be in your way. If you will be my wife... I will walk away... if you don"t dislike the idea, you need only send to call me in; I shall understand...."
Alexandra Pavlovna tried to keep Lezhnyov, but he went quickly away, and going into the garden without his cap, he leaned on a little gate and began looking about him.
"Mihailo Mihailitch!" sounded the voice of a maid-servant behind him, "please come in to my lady. She sent me to call you."
Mihailo Mihailitch turned round, took the girl"s head in both his hands, to her great astonishment, and kissed her on the forehead, then he went in to Alexandra Pavlovna.
XI
On returning home, directly after his meeting with Lezhnyov, Rudin shut himself up in his room, and wrote two letters; one to Volintsev (already known to the reader) and the other to Natalya. He sat a very long time over this second letter, crossed out and altered a great deal in it, and, copying it carefully on a fine sheet of note-paper, folded it up as small as possible, and put it in his pocket. With a look of pain on his face he paced several times up and down his room, sat down in the chair before the window, leaning on his arm; a tear slowly appeared upon his eyelashes. He got up, b.u.t.toned himself up, called a servant and told him to ask Darya Mihailovna if he could see her.
The man returned quickly, answering that Darya Mihailovna would be delighted to see him. Rudin went to her.
She received him in her study, as she had that first time, two months before. But now she was not alone; with her was sitting Pandalevsky, una.s.suming, fresh, neat, and agreeable as ever.
Darya Mihailovna met Rudin affably, and Rudin bowed affably to her; but at the first glance at the smiling faces of both, any one of even small experience would have understood that something of an unpleasant nature had pa.s.sed between them, even if it had not been expressed. Rudin knew that Darya Mihailovna was angry with him. Darya Mihailovna suspected that he was now aware of all that had happened.
Pandalevsky"s disclosure had greatly disturbed her. It touched on the worldly pride in her. Rudin, a poor man without rank, and so far without distinction, had presumed to make a secret appointment with her daughter--the daughter of Darya Mihailovna Lasunsky.
"Granting he is clever, he is a genius!" she said, "what does that prove? Why, any one may hope to be my son-in-law after that?"
"For a long time I could not believe my eyes." put in Pandalevsky. "I am surprised at his not understanding his position!"
Darya Mihailovna was very much agitated, and Natalya suffered for it