"Mother... remember..." Va.s.sily began deliberately.
This one word moved Anna Pavlovna greatly. She leaned back in her chair, and burst into sobs.
Olga Ivanovna softly raised her head, and would have flung herself at the old lady"s feet, but Va.s.sily kept her back, raised her from the ground, and led her to another arm-chair. Anna Pavlovna went on weeping and muttering disconnected words....
"Come, mother," began Va.s.sily, "don"t torment yourself, the trouble may yet be set right.... If Rogatchov..."
Olga Ivanovna shuddered, and drew herself up.
"If Rogatchov," pursued Va.s.sily, with a meaning glance at Olga Ivanovna, "imagines that he can disgrace an honourable family with impunity..."
Olga Ivanovna was overcome with horror.
"In my house," moaned Anna Pavlovna.
"Calm yourself, mother. He took advantage of her innocence, her youth, he--you wish to say something"--he broke off, seeing that Olga made a movement towards him....
Olga Ivanovna sank back in her chair.
"I will go at once to Rogatchov. I will make him marry her this very day. You may be sure I will not let him make a laughing-stock of us...."
"But... Va.s.sily Ivanovitch... you..." whispered Olga.
He gave her a prolonged, cold stare. She sank into silence again.
"Mother, give me your word not to worry her before I return. Look, she is half dead. And you, too, must rest. Rely upon me; I answer for everything; in any case, wait till I return. I tell you again, don"t torture her, or yourself, and trust to me."
He went to the door and stopped. "Mother," said he, "come with me, leave her alone, I beg of you."
Anna Pavlovna got up, went up to the holy picture, bowed down to the ground, and slowly followed her son. Olga Ivanovna, without a word or a movement, looked after them.
Va.s.sily turned back quickly, s.n.a.t.c.hed her hand, whispered in her ear, "Rely on me, and don"t betray us," and at once withdrew.... "Bourcier!"
he called, running swiftly down the stairs, "Bourcier!"
A quarter of an hour later he was sitting in his carriage with his valet.
That day the elder Rogatchov was not at home. He had gone to the district town to buy cloth for the liveries of his servants. Pavel Afanasievitch was sitting in his own room, looking through a collection of faded b.u.t.terflies. With lifted eyebrows and protruding lips, he was carefully, with a pin, turning over the fragile wings of a "night sphinx" moth, when he was suddenly aware of a small but heavy hand on his shoulder. He looked round. Va.s.sily stood before him.
"Good-morning, Va.s.sily Ivanovitch," he said in some amazement.
Va.s.sily looked at him, and sat down on a chair facing him.
Pavel Afanasievitch was about to smile... but he glanced at Va.s.sily, and subsided with his mouth open and his hands clasped.
"Tell me, Pavel Afanasievitch," said Va.s.sily suddenly, "are you meaning to dance at your _wedding soon?_"
"I?... soon... of course... for my part... though as you and your sister ... I, for my part, am ready to-morrow even."
"Very good, very good. You"re a very impatient person, Pavel Afanasievitch."
"How so?"
"Let me tell you," pursued Va.s.sily Ivanovitch, getting up, "I know all; you understand me, and I order you without delay to-morrow to marry Olga."
"Excuse me, excuse me," objected Rogatchov, not rising from his seat; "you order me. I sought Olga Ivanovna"s hand of myself and there"s no need to give me orders.... I confess, Va.s.sily Ivanovitch, I don"t quite understand you."
"You don"t understand me?"
"No, really, I don"t understand you."
"Do you give me your word to marry her to-morrow?"
"Why, mercy on us, Va.s.sily Ivanovitch... haven"t you yourself put off our wedding more than once? Except for you it would have taken place long ago. And now I have no idea of breaking it off. What is the meaning of your threats, your insistence?"
Pavel Afanasievitch wiped the sweat off his face.
"Do you give me your word? Say yes or no!" Va.s.sily repeated emphatically.
"Excuse me... I will... but..."
"Very good. Remember then... She has confessed everything."
"Who has confessed?"
"Olga Ivanovna."
"Why, what has she confessed?"
"Why, what are you pretending to me for, Pavel Afanasievitch? I"m not a stranger to you."
"What am I pretending? I don"t understand you, I don"t, I positively don"t understand a word. What could Olga Ivanovna confess?"
"What? You are really too much! You know what."
"May G.o.d slay me..."
"No, I"ll slay you, if you don"t marry her... do you understand?"
"What!..." Pavel Afanasievitch jumped up and stood facing Va.s.sily. "Olga Ivanovna... you tell me..."
"You"re a clever fellow, you are, I must own"--Va.s.sily with a smile patted him on the shoulder--"though you do look so innocent."
"Good G.o.d!... You"ll send me out of my mind.... What do you mean, explain, for G.o.d"s sake!"
Va.s.sily bent down and whispered something in his ear.
Rogatchov cried out, "What!...!?"
Va.s.sily stamped.