IX
"I was put in a very awkward position this evening through your doing,"
I said the same evening to Fustov, on the way home with him. "You told me that that girl--what"s her name?--Susanna, was the daughter of Mr.
Ratsch, but she"s his stepdaughter."
"Really! Did I tell you she was his daughter? But... isn"t it all the same?"
"That Ratsch," I went on.... "O Alexander, how I detest him! Did you notice the peculiar sneer with which he spoke of Jews before her? Is she... a Jewess?"
Fustov walked ahead, swinging his arms; it was cold, the snow was crisp, like salt, under our feet.
"Yes, I recollect, I did hear something of the sort," he observed at last.... "Her mother, I fancy, was of Jewish extraction."
"Then Mr. Ratsch must have married a widow the first time?"
"Probably."
"H"m!... And that Viktor, who didn"t come in this evening, is his stepson too?"
"No... he"s his real son. But, as you know, I don"t enter into other people"s affairs, and I don"t like asking questions. I"m not inquisitive."
I bit my tongue. Fustov still pushed on ahead. As we got near home, I overtook him and peeped into his face.
"Oh!" I queried, "is Susanna really so musical?"
Fustov frowned.
"She plays the piano well, "he said between his teeth. "Only she"s very shy, I warn you!" he added with a slight grimace. He seemed to be regretting having made me acquainted with her.
I said nothing and we parted.
X
Next morning I set off again to Fustov"s. To spend my mornings at his rooms had become a necessity for me. He received me cordially, as usual, but of our visit of the previous evening--not a word! As though he had taken water into his mouth, as they say. I began turning over the pages of the last number of the _Telescope._
A person, unknown to me, came into the room. It turned out to be Mr.
Ratsch"s son, the Viktor whose absence had been censured by his father the evening before.
He was a young man, about eighteen, but already looked dissipated and unhealthy, with a mawkishly insolent grin on his unclean face, and an expression of fatigue in his swollen eyes. He was like his father, only his features were smaller and not without a certain prettiness. But in this very prettiness there was something offensive. He was dressed in a very slovenly way; there were b.u.t.tons off his undergraduate"s coat, one of his boots had a hole in it, and he fairly reeked of tobacco.
"How d"ye do," he said in a sleepy voice, with those peculiar twitchings of the head and shoulders which I have always noticed in spoilt and conceited young men. "I meant to go to the University, but here I am.
Sort of oppression on my chest. Give us a cigar." He walked right across the room, listlessly dragging his feet, and keeping his hands in his trouser-pockets, and sank heavily upon the sofa.
"Have you caught cold?" asked Fustov, and he introduced us to each other. We were both students, but were in different faculties.
"No!... Likely! Yesterday, I must own..." (here Ratsch junior smiled, again not without a certain prettiness, though he showed a set of bad teeth) "I was drunk, awfully drunk. Yes"--he lighted a cigar and cleared his throat--"Obihodov"s farewell supper."
"Where"s he going?"
"To the Caucasus, and taking his young lady with him. You know the black-eyed girl, with the freckles. Silly fool!"
"Your father was asking after you yesterday," observed Fustov.
Viktor spat aside. "Yes, I heard about it. You were at our den yesterday. Well, music, eh?"
"As usual."
"And _she_... with a new visitor" (here he pointed with his head in my direction) "she gave herself airs, I"ll be bound. Wouldn"t play, eh?"
"Of whom are you speaking?" Fustov asked.
"Why, of the most honoured Susanna Ivanovna, of course!"
Viktor lolled still more comfortably, put his arm up round his head, gazed at his own hand, and cleared his throat hoa.r.s.ely.
I glanced at Fustov. He merely shrugged his shoulders, as though giving me to understand that it was no use talking to such a dolt.
XI
Viktor, staring at the ceiling, fell to talking, deliberately and through his nose, of the theatre, of two actors he knew, of a certain Serafrina Serafrinovna, who had "made a fool" of him, of the new professor, R., whom he called a brute. "Because, only fancy, what a monstrous notion! Every lecture he begins with calling over the students" names, and he"s reckoned a liberal too! I"d have all your liberals locked up in custody!" and turning at last his full face and whole body towards Fustov, he brought out in a half-plaintive, half-ironical voice: "I wanted to ask you something, Alexander Daviditch.... Couldn"t you talk my governor round somehow?... You play duets with him, you know.... Here he gives me five miserable blue notes a month.... What"s the use of that! Not enough for tobacco. And then he goes on about my not making debts! I should like to put him in my place, and then we should see! I don"t come in for pensions, not like _some people_." (Viktor p.r.o.nounced these last words with peculiar emphasis.) "But he"s got a lot of tin, I know! It"s no use his whining about hard times, there"s no taking me in. No fear! He"s made a snug little pile!"
Fustov looked dubiously at Victor.
"If you like," he began, "I"ll speak to your father. Or, if you like...
meanwhile... a trifling sum...."
"Oh, no! Better get round the governor... Though," added Viktor, scratching his nose with all his fingers at once, "you might hand over five-and-twenty roubles, if it"s the same to you.... What"s the blessed total I owe you?"
"You"ve borrowed eighty-five roubles of me."
"Yes.... Well, that"s all right, then... make it a hundred and ten. I"ll pay it all in a lump."
Fustov went into the next room, brought back a twenty-five-rouble note and handed it in silence to Viktor. The latter took it, yawned with his mouth wide open, grumbled thanks, and, shrugging and stretching, got up from the sofa.
"Foo! though... I"m bored," he muttered, "might as well turn in to the "Italie.""
He moved towards the door.
Fustov looked after him. He seemed to be struggling with himself.
"What pension were you alluding to just now, Viktor Ivanitch?" he asked at last.
Viktor stopped in the doorway and put on his cap.