"Gentlemen, take your places," Kirillov commanded. Again they advanced, again Gaganov missed and Stavrogin fired into the air. There might have been a dispute as to his firing into the air. Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch might have flatly declared that he"d fired properly, if he had not admitted that he had missed intentionally. He did not aim straight at the sky or at the trees, but seemed to aim at his adversary, though as he pointed the pistol the bullet flew a yard above his hat. The second time the shot was even lower, even less like an intentional miss. Nothing would have convinced Gaganov now.
"Again!" he muttered, grinding his teeth. "No matter! I"ve been challenged and I"ll make use of my rights. I"ll fire a third time... whatever happens."
"You have full right to do so," Kirillov rapped out. Mavriky Nikolaevitch said nothing. The opponents were placed a third time, the signal was given. This time Gaganov went right up to the barrier, and began from there taking aim, at a distance of twelve paces. His hand was trembling too much to take good aim. Stavrogin stood with his pistol lowered and awaited his shot without moving.
"Too long; you"ve been aiming too long!" Kirillov shouted impetuously. "Fire! Fire!"
But the shot rang out, and this time Stavrogin"s white beaver hat flew off. The aim had been fairly correct. The crown of the hat was pierced very low down; a quarter of an inch lower and all would have been over. Kirillov picked up the hat and handed it to Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch.
"Fire; don"t detain your adversary!" cried Mavriky Nikolaevitch in extreme agitation, seeing that Stavrogin seemed to have forgotten to fire, and was examining the hat with Kirillov. Stavrogin started, looked at Gaganov, turned round and this time, without the slightest regard for punctilio, fired to one side, into the copse. The duel was over. Gaganov stood as though overwhelmed. Mavriky Nikolaevitch went up and began saying something to him, but he did not seem to understand. Kirillov took off his hat as he went away, and nodded to Mavriky Nikolaevitch. But Stavrogin forgot his former politeness. When he had shot into the copse he did not even turn towards the barrier. He handed his pistol to Kirillov and hastened towards the horses. His face looked angry; he did not speak. Kirillov, too, was silent. They got on their horses and set off at a gallop.
III "Why don"t you speak?" he called impatiently to Kirillov, when they were not far from home.
"What do you want?" replied the latter, almost slipping off his horse, which was rearing.
Stavrogin restrained himself.
"I didn"t mean to insult that... fool, and I"ve insulted him again," he said quietly.
"Yes, you"ve insulted him again," Kirillov jerked out, "and besides, he"s not a fool."
"I"ve done all I can, anyway."
"No."
"What ought I to have done?"
"Not have challenged him."
"Accept another blow in the face?"
"Yes, accept another."
"I can"t understand anything now," said Stavrogin wrathfully. "Why does every one expect of me something not expected from anyone else? Why am I to put up with what no one else puts up with, and undertake burdens no one else can bear?"
"I thought you were seeking a burden yourself."
"I seek a burden?"
"Yes."
"You"ve... seen that?"
"Yes."
"Is it so noticeable?"
"Yes."
There was silence for a moment. Stavrogin had a very preoccupied face. He was almost impressed.
"I didn"t aim because I didn"t want to kill anyone. There was nothing more in it, I a.s.sure you," he said hurriedly, and with agitation, as though justifying himself.
"You ought not to have offended him."
"What ought I to have done then?"
"You ought to have killed him."
"Are you sorry I didn"t kill him?"
"I"m not sorry for anything. I thought you really meant to kill him. You don"t know what you"re seeking."
"I seek a burden," laughed Stavrogin.
"If you didn"t want blood yourself, why did you give him a chance to kill you?"
"If I hadn"t challenged him, he"d have killed me simply, without a duel."
"That"s not your affair. Perhaps he wouldn"t have killed you."
"Only have beaten me?"
"That"s not your business. Bear your burden. Or else there"s no merit."
"Hang your merit. I don"t seek anyone"s approbation."
"I thought you were seeking it," Kirillov commented with terrible unconcern.
They rode into the courtyard of the house.
"Do you care to come in?" said Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch.
"No; I"m going home. Good-bye."
He got off the horse and took his box of pistols under his arm.
"Anyway, you"re not angry with me?" said Stavrogin, holding out his hand to him.
"Not in the least," said Kirillov, turning round to shake hands with him. "If my burden"s light it"s because it"s from nature; perhaps your burden"s heavier because that"s your nature. There"s no need to be much ashamed; only a little."
"I know I"m a worthless character, and I don"t pretend to be a strong one."
"You"d better not; you"re not a strong person. Come and have tea."
Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch went into the house, greatly perturbed.
IV He learned at once from Alexey Yegorytch that Varvara Petrovna had been very glad to hear that Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch had gone out for a ride-the first time he had left the house after eight days" illness. She had ordered the carriage, and had driven out alone for a breath of fresh air "according to the habit of the past, as she had forgotten for the last eight days what it meant to breathe fresh air."