"If you don"t know how to talk, you"d better keep quiet," blurted out the girl.
The schoolboy positively jumped from his chair.
"I only wanted to state," he shouted, crimson with shame and afraid to look about him, "that you only wanted to show off your cleverness because Mr. Stavrogin came in-so there!"
"That"s a nasty and immoral idea and shows the worthlessness of your development. I beg you not to address me again," the girl rattled off.
"Stavrogin," began the lady of the house, "they"ve been discussing the rights of the family before you came-this officer here"-she nodded towards her relation, the major-"and, of course, I am not going to worry you with such stale nonsense, which has been dealt with long ago. But how have the rights and duties of the family come about in the superst.i.tious form in which they exist at present? That"s the question. What"s your opinion?"
"What do you mean by "come about"?" Stavrogin asked in his turn.
"We know, for instance, that the superst.i.tion about G.o.d came from thunder and lightning." The girl-student rushed into the fray again, staring at Stavrogin with her eyes almost jumping out of her head. "It"s well known that primitive man, scared by thunder and lightning, made a G.o.d of the unseen enemy, feeling their weakness before it. But how did the superst.i.tion of the family arise? How did the family itself arise?"
"That"s not quite the same thing...." Madame Virginsky tried to check her.
"I think the answer to this question wouldn"t be quite discreet," answered Stavrogin.
"How so?" said the girl-student, craning forward suddenly. But there was an audible t.i.tter in the group of teachers, which was at once caught up at the other end by Lyamshin and the schoolboy and followed by a hoa.r.s.e chuckle from the major.
"You ought to write vaudevilles," Madame Virginsky observed to Stavrogin.
"It does you no credit, I don"t know what your name is," the girl rapped out with positive indignation.
"And don"t you be too forward," boomed the major. "You are a young lady and you ought to behave modestly, and you keep jumping about as though you were sitting on a needle."
"Kindly hold your tongue and don"t address me familiarly with your nasty comparisons. I"ve never seen you before and I don"t recognise the relationship."
"But I am your uncle; I used to carry you about when you were a baby!"
"I don"t care what babies you used to carry about. I didn"t ask you to carry me. It must have been a pleasure to you to do so, you rude officer. And allow me to observe, don"t dare to address me so familiarly, unless it"s as a fellow-citizen. I forbid you to do it, once for all."
"There, they are all like that!" cried the major, banging the table with his fist and addressing Stavrogin, who was sitting opposite. "But, allow me, I am fond of Liberalism and modern ideas, and I am fond of listening to clever conversation; masculine conversation, though, I warn you. But to listen to these women, these nightly windmills-no, that makes me ache all over! Don"t wriggle about!" he shouted to the girl, who was leaping up from her chair. "No, it"s my turn to speak, I"ve been insulted."
"You can"t say anything yourself, and only hinder other people talking," the lady of the house grumbled indignantly.
"No, I will have my say," said the major hotly, addressing Stavrogin. "I reckon on you, Mr. Stavrogin, as a fresh person who has only just come on the scene, though I haven"t the honour of knowing you. Without men they"ll perish like flies-that"s what I think. All their woman question is only lack of originality. I a.s.sure you that all this woman question has been invented for them by men in foolishness and to their own hurt. I only thank G.o.d I am not married. There"s not the slightest variety in them, they can"t even invent a simple pattern; they have to get men to invent them for them! Here I used to carry her in my arms, used to dance the mazurka with her when she was ten years old; to-day she"s come, naturally I fly to embrace her, and at the second word she tells me there"s no G.o.d. She might have waited a little, she was in too great a hurry! Clever people don"t believe, I dare say; but that"s from their cleverness. But you, chicken, what do you know about G.o.d, I said to her. "Some student taught you, and if he"d taught you to light the lamp before the ikons you would have lighted it.""
"You keep telling lies, you are a very spiteful person. I proved to you just now the untenability of your position," the girl answered contemptuously, as though disdaining further explanations with such a man. "I told you just now that we"ve all been taught in the Catechism if you honour your father and your parents you will live long and have wealth. That"s in the Ten Commandments. If G.o.d thought it necessary to offer rewards for love, your G.o.d must be immoral. That"s how I proved it to you. It wasn"t the second word, and it was because you a.s.serted your rights. It"s not my fault if you are stupid and don"t understand even now. You are offended and you are spiteful-and that"s what explains all your generation."
"You"re a goose!" said the major.
"And you are a fool!"
"You can call me names!"
"Excuse me, Kapiton Maximitch, you told me yourself you don"t believe in G.o.d," Liputin piped from the other end of the table.
"What if I did say so-that"s a different matter. I believe, perhaps, only not altogether. Even if I don"t believe altogether, still I don"t say G.o.d ought to be shot. I used to think about G.o.d before I left the hussars. From all the poems you would think that hussars do nothing but carouse and drink. Yes, I did drink, maybe, but would you believe it, I used to jump out of bed at night and stood crossing myself before the images with nothing but my socks on, praying to G.o.d to give me faith; for even then I couldn"t be at peace as to whether there was a G.o.d or not. It used to fret me so! In the morning, of course, one would amuse oneself and one"s faith would seem to be lost again; and in fact I"ve noticed that faith always seems to be less in the daytime."
"Haven"t you any cards?" asked Verhovensky, with a mighty yawn, addressing Madame Virginsky.
"I sympathise with your question, I sympathise entirely," the girl-student broke in hotly, flushed with indignation at the major"s words.
"We are wasting precious time listening to silly talk," snapped out the lady of the house, and she looked reprovingly at her husband.
The girl pulled herself together.
"I wanted to make a statement to the meeting concerning the sufferings of the students and their protest, but as time is being wasted in immoral conversation..."
"There"s no such thing as moral or immoral," the schoolboy brought out, unable to restrain himself as soon as the girl began.
"I knew that, Mr. Schoolboy, long before you were taught it."
"And I maintain," he answered savagely, "that you are a child come from Petersburg to enlighten us all, though we know for ourselves the commandment "honour thy father and thy mother," which you could not repeat correctly; and the fact that it"s immoral every one in Russia knows from Byelinsky."
"Are we ever to have an end of this?" Madame Virginsky said resolutely to her husband. As the hostess, she blushed for the inept.i.tude of the conversation, especially as she noticed smiles and even astonishment among the guests who had been invited for the first time.
"Gentlemen," said Virginsky, suddenly lifting up his voice, "if anyone wishes to say anything more nearly connected with our business, or has any statement to make, I call upon him to do so without wasting time."
"I"ll venture to ask one question," said the lame teacher suavely. He had been sitting particularly decorously and had not spoken till then. "I should like to know, are we some sort of meeting, or are we simply a gathering of ordinary mortals paying a visit? I ask simply for the sake of order and so as not to remain in ignorance."
This "sly" question made an impression. People looked at each other, every one expecting some one else to answer, and suddenly all, as though at a word of command, turned their eyes to Verhovensky and Stavrogin.
"I suggest our voting on the answer to the question whether we are a meeting or not," said Madame Virginsky.
"I entirely agree with the suggestion," Liputin chimed in, "though the question is rather vague."
"I agree too."
"And so do I," cried voices. "I too think it would make our proceedings more in order," confirmed Virginsky.
"To the vote then," said his wife. "Lyamshin, please sit down to the piano; you can give your vote from there when the voting begins."
"Again!" cried Lyamshin. "I"ve strummed enough for you."
"I beg you most particularly, sit down and play. Don"t you care to do anything for the cause?"
"But I a.s.sure you, Arina Prohorovna, n.o.body is eavesdropping. It"s only your fancy. Besides, the windows are high, and people would not understand if they did hear."
"We don"t understand ourselves," some one muttered. "But I tell you one must always be on one"s guard. I mean in case there should be spies," she explained to Verhovensky. "Let them hear from the street that we have music and a name-day party."
"Hang it all!" Lyamshin swore, and sitting down to the piano, began strumming a valse, banging on the keys almost with his fists, at random.
"I propose that those who want it to be a meeting should put up their right hands," Madame Virginsky proposed.
Some put them up, others did not. Some held them up and then put them down again and then held them up again. "Foo! I don"t understand it at all," one officer shouted. "I don"t either," cried the other.
"Oh, I understand," cried a third. "If it"s yes, you hold your hand up."