Liputin shuddered all over.
"In my opinion... such a manifesto... is nothing but a ridiculous absurdity."
His anger broke out; he felt as though he were being caught up and carried along.
"If we decide to distribute such manifestoes," he said, quivering all over, "we"ll make ourselves, contemptible by our stupidity and incompetence."
"H"m! I think differently," said Pyotr Stepanovitch, walking on resolutely.
"So do I; surely it isn"t your work?"
"That"s not your business."
"I think too that doggerel, "A n.o.ble Personality," is the most utter trash possible, and it couldn"t have been written by Herzen."
"You are talking nonsense; it"s a good poem."
"I am surprised, too, for instance," said Liputin, still dashing along with desperate leaps, "that it is suggested that we should act so as to bring everything to the ground. It"s natural in Europe to wish to destroy everything because there"s a proletariat there, but we are only amateurs here and in my opinion are only showing off."
"I thought you were a Fourierist."
"Fourier says something quite different, quite different."
"I know it"s nonsense."
"No, Fourier isn"t nonsense.... Excuse me, I can"t believe that there will be a rising in May."
Liputin positively unb.u.t.toned his coat, he was so hot.
"Well, that"s enough; but now, that I mayn"t forget it," said Pyotr Stepanovitch, pa.s.sing with extraordinary coolness to another subject, "you will have to print this manifesto with your own hands. We"re going to dig up Shatov"s printing press, and you will take it to-morrow. As quickly as possible you must print as many copies as you can, and then distribute them all the winter. The means will be provided. You must do as many copies as possible, for you"ll be asked for them from other places."
"No, excuse me; I can"t undertake such a... I decline."
"You"ll take it all the same. I am acting on the instructions of the central committee, and you are bound to obey."
"And I consider that our centres abroad have forgotten what Russia is like and have lost all touch, and that"s why they talk such nonsense.... I even think that instead of many hundreds of quintets in Russia, we are the only one that exists, and there is no network at all," Liputin gasped finally.
"The more contemptible of you, then, to run after the cause without believing in it... and you are running after me now like a mean little cur."
"No, I"m not. We have a full right to break off and found a new society."
"Fool!" Pyotr Stepanovitch boomed at him threateningly all of a sudden, with flashing eyes.
They stood facing one another for some time. Pyotr Stepanovitch turned and pursued his way confidently.
The idea flashed through Liputin"s mind, "Turn and go back; if I don"t turn now I shall never go back." He pondered this for ten steps, but at the eleventh a new and desperate idea flashed into his mind: he did not turn and did not go back.
They were approaching Filipov"s house, but before reaching it they turned down a side street, or, to be more accurate, an inconspicuous path under a fence, so that for some time they had to walk along a steep slope above a ditch where they could not keep their footing without holding the fence. At a dark corner in the slanting fence Pyotr Stepanovitch took out a plank, leaving a gap, through which he promptly scrambled. Liputin was surprised, but he crawled through after him; then they replaced the plank after them. This was the secret way by which Fedka used to visit Kirillov.
"Shatov mustn"t know that we are here," Pyotr Stepanovitch whispered sternly to Liputin.
III Kirillov was sitting on his leather sofa drinking tea, as he always was at that hour. He did not get up to meet them, but gave a sort of start and looked at the new-comers anxiously.
"You are not mistaken," said Pyotr Stepanovitch, "it"s just that I"ve come about."
"To-day?"
"No, no, to-morrow... about this time." And he hurriedly sat down at the table, watching Kirillov"s agitation with some uneasiness. But the latter had already regained his composure and looked as usual.
"These people still refuse to believe in you. You are not vexed at my bringing Liputin?"
"To-day I am not vexed; to-morrow I want to be alone."
"But not before I come, and therefore in my presence."
"I should prefer not in your presence."
"You remember you promised to write and to sign all I dictated."
"I don"t care. And now will you be here long?"
"I have to see one man and to remain half an hour, so whatever you say I shall stay that half-hour."
Kirillov did not speak. Liputin meanwhile sat down on one side under the portrait of the bishop. That last desperate idea gained more and more possession of him. Kirillov scarcely noticed him. Liputin had heard of Kirillov"s theory before and always laughed at him; but now he was silent and looked gloomily round him.
"I"ve no objection to some tea," said Pyotr Stepanovitch, moving up. "I"ve just had some steak and was reckoning on getting tea with you."
"Drink it. You can have some if you like."
"You used to offer it to me," observed Pyotr Stepanovitch sourly.
"That"s no matter. Let Liputin have some too."
"No, I... can"t."
"Don"t want to or can"t?" said Pyotr Stepanovitch, turning quickly to him.
"I am not going to here," Liputin said expressively.
Pyotr Stepanovitch frowned.
"There"s a flavour of mysticism about that; goodness knows what to make of you people!"
No one answered; there was a full minute of silence.
"But I know one thing," he added abruptly, "that no superst.i.tion will prevent any one of us from doing his duty."
"Has Stavrogin gone?" asked Kirillov.