"Good-bye!" replied Yourii, looking round at the other"s tall, dark form, leaning against which he fancied that he saw another, the graceful figure of a woman. Yourii"s heart beat faster. He suddenly thought of Sina Karsavina, and envied Sanine.
Once more the wheels of the _droschky_ rattled, and once again the good old horse snorted as it ran.
The fire faded in distance, as did the sound of voices and laughter.
Stillness reigned. Yourii slowly looked upwards to the sky with its jewelled web of stars. As they reached the outskirts of the town, lights flashed here and there, and dogs barked. Riasantzeff said to Yourii:
"Old Kousma"s a philosopher, eh?"
Seated behind, Yourii looked at Riasantzeff"s Deck, and roused from his own melancholy thoughts, endeavoured to understand what he said.
"Oh!... Yes!" he replied hesitatingly.
"I didn"t know that Sanine was such a gay dog," laughed Riasantzeff.
Yourii was not dreaming now, and he recalled the momentary vision of Sanine and that pretty girlish face illumined by the light of a match.
Again he felt jealous, yet suddenly it occurred to him that Sanine"s treatment of the girl was base and contemptible.
"No, I had no idea of it, either," said Yourii, with a touch of irony that was lost upon Riasantzeff, who whipped up the horse and, after a while, remarked:
"Pretty girl, wasn"t she? I know her. She"s the old fellow"s grandchild,"
Yourii was silent. His contemplative mood was in a moment dispelled, and he now felt convinced that Sanine was a coa.r.s.e, bad man.
Riasantzeff shrugged his shoulders, and at last blurted out:
"Deuce take it! Such a night, eh? It seems to have got hold of me, too.
I say, suppose we drive back, and--"
Yourii did not at first understand what he meant.
"There are some fine girls there, you know. What do you say? Shall we go back?" continued Riasantzeff, sn.i.g.g.e.ring.
Yourii blushed deeply. A thrill of animal l.u.s.t shot through his frame, and enticing pictures rose up before his heated imagination. Yet, controlling himself, he answered, in a dry voice:
"No; it is time that we were at home." Then he added, maliciously: "Lialia is waiting for us."
Riasantzeff collapsed.
"Oh, yes, of course; yes, we ought to be back by now!" he hastily muttered.
Yourii ground his teeth, and, glaring at the driver"s broad back in its white jacket, remarked aggressively:
"I have no particular liking for adventures of that sort."
"No, no; I understand. Ha! Ha!" replied Riasantzeff, laughing in a faint half-hearted way. After that he was silent.
"d.a.m.n it! How stupid of me!" he thought.
They drove home without uttering another word, and to each the way seemed endless.
"You will come in, won"t you?" asked Yourii, without looking up.
"Er ... No! I have got to see a patient. Besides it is rather late,"
replied Riasantzeff hesitatingly.
Yourii got out of the _droschky_, not caring to take the gun or the game. Everything that belonged to Riasantzeff he now seemed to loathe.
The latter called out to him.
"I say, you"ve left your gun!"
Yourii turned round, took this and the bag with an air of disgust.
After shaking hands awkwardly with Riasantzeff, he entered the house.
The latter drove on slowly for a short distance and then turned sharply into a side-street. The rattle of wheels on the road could now be heard in another direction. Yourii listened to it, furious, and yet secretly jealous. "A bad lot!" he muttered, feeling sorry for his sister.
CHAPTER XIV.
Having carried the things indoors, Yourii, for want of something else to do, went down the steps leading to the garden. It was dark as the grave, and the sky with it vast company of gleaming stars enhanced the weird effect. There, on one of the steps, sat Lialia; her little grey form was scarcely perceptible in the gloom.
"Is that you, Yourii?" she asked.
"Yes, it is," he replied, as he sat down beside her. Dreamily she leant her head on his shoulder, and the fragrance of her fresh, sweet girlhood touched his senses.
"Did you have good sport?" said Lialia. Then after a pause, she added softly, "and where is Anatole Pavlovitch? I heard you drive up."
"Your Anatole Pavlovitch is a dirty beast!" is what Yourii, feeling suddenly incensed, would have liked to say. However, he answered carelessly:
"I really don"t know. He had to see a patient."
"A patient," repeated Lialia mechanically. She said no more, but gazed at the stars.
She was not vexed that Riasantzeff had not come. On the contrary, she wished to be alone, so that, undisturbed by his presence, she might give herself up to delicious meditation. To her, the sentiment that filled her youthful being was strange and sweet and tender. It was the consciousness of a climax, desired, inevitable, and yet disturbing, which should close the page of her past life and commence that of her new one. So new, indeed, that Lialia was to become an entirely different being.
To Yourii it was strange that his merry, laughing sister should have become so quiet and pensive. Depressed and irritable himself, everything, Lialia, the dark garden the distant starlit sky seemed to him sad and cold. He did not perceive that this dreamy mood concealed not sorrow, but the very essence and fulness of life. In the wide heaven surged forces immeasurable and unknown; the dim garden drew forth vital sap from the earth; and in Lialia"s heart there was a joy so full, so complete, that she feared lest any movement, any impression should break the spell. Radiant as the starry heaven, mysterious as the dark garden, harmonies of love and yearning vibrated within her soul.
"Tell me, Lialia, do you love Anatole Pavlovitch very much?" asked Yourii, gently, as if he feared to rouse her.
"How can you ask?" she thought, but, recollecting herself, she nestled closer to her brother, grateful to him for not speaking of anything else but of her life"s one interest--the man she adored.
"Yes, very much," she replied, so softly that Yourii guessed rather than heard what she said, striving to restrain her tears of joy. Yet Yourii thought that he could detect a certain note of sadness in her voice, and his pity for her, as his hatred of Riasantzeff, increased.
"Why?" he asked, feeling amazed at such a question.
Lialia looked up in astonishment, and laughed gently.
"You silly boy! Why, indeed! Because ... Well, have you never been in love yourself? He"s so good, so honest and upright ..."