"If I am not mistaken (but it"s quite certain), Lizaveta Nikolaevna is already betrothed to you," Stavrogin said at last.
"Promised and betrothed," Mavriky Nikolaevitch a.s.sented firmly and clearly.
"You have... quarrelled? Excuse me, Mavriky Nikolaevitch."
"No, she "loves and respects me"; those are her words. Her words are more precious than anything."
"Of that there can be no doubt."
"But let me tell you, if she were standing in the church at her wedding and you were to call her, she"d give up me and every one and go to you."
"From the wedding?"
"Yes, and after the wedding."
"Aren"t you making a mistake?"
"No. Under her persistent, sincere, and intense hatred for you love is flashing out at every moment... and madness... the sincerest infinite love and... madness! On the contrary, behind the love she feels for me, which is sincere too, every moment there are flashes of hatred... the most intense hatred! I could never have fancied all these transitions... before."
"But I wonder, though, how could you come here and dispose of the hand of Lizaveta Nikolaevna? Have you the right to do so? Has she authorised you?"
Mavriky Nikolaevitch frowned and for a minute he looked down.
"That"s all words on your part," he brought out suddenly, "words of revenge and triumph; I am sure you can read between the lines, and is this the time for petty vanity? Haven"t you satisfaction enough? Must I really dot my i"s and go into it all? Very well, I will dot my i"s, if you are so anxious for my humiliation. I have no right, it"s impossible for me to be authorised; Lizaveta Nikolaevna knows nothing about it and her betrothed has finally lost his senses and is only fit for a madhouse, and, to crown everything, has come to tell you so himself. You are the only man in the world who can make her happy, and I am the one to make her unhappy. You are trying to get her, you are pursuing her, but-I don"t know why-you won"t marry her. If it"s because of a lovers" quarrel abroad and I must be sacrificed to end it, sacrifice me. She is too unhappy and I can"t endure it. My words are not a sanction, not a prescription, and so it"s no slur on your pride. If you care to take my place at the altar, you can do it without any sanction from me, and there is no ground for me to come to you with a mad proposal, especially as our marriage is utterly impossible after the step I am taking now. I cannot lead her to the altar feeling myself an abject wretch. What I am doing here and my handing her over to you, perhaps her bitterest foe, is to my mind something so abject that I shall never get over it."
"Will you shoot yourself on our wedding day?"
"No, much later. Why stain her bridal dress with my blood? Perhaps I shall not shoot myself at all, either now or later."
"I suppose you want to comfort me by saying that?"
"You? What would the blood of one more mean to you?" He turned pale and his eyes gleamed. A minute of silence followed.
"Excuse me for the questions I"ve asked you," Stavrogin began again; "some of them I had no business to ask you, but one of them I think I have every right to put to you. Tell me, what facts have led you to form a conclusion as to my feelings for Lizaveta Nikolaevna? I mean to a conviction of a degree of feeling on my part as would justify your coming here... and risking such a proposal."
"What?" Mavriky Nikolaevitch positively started. "Haven"t you been trying to win her? Aren"t you trying to win her, and don"t you want to win her?"
"Generally speaking, I can"t speak of my feeling for this woman or that to a third person or to anyone except the woman herself. You must excuse it, it"s a const.i.tutional peculiarity. But to make up for it, I"ll tell you the truth about everything else; I am married, and it"s impossible for me either to marry or to try "to win" anyone."
Mavriky Nikolaevitch was so astounded that he started back in his chair and for some time stared fixedly into Stavrogin"s face.
"Only fancy, I never thought of that," he muttered. "You said then, that morning, that you were not married... and so I believed you were not married."
He turned terribly pale; suddenly he brought his fist down on the table with all his might.
"If after that confession you don"t leave Lizaveta Nikolaevna alone, if you make her unhappy, I"ll kill you with my stick like a dog in a ditch!"
He jumped up and walked quickly out of the room. Pyotr Stepanovitch, running in, found his host in a most unexpected frame of mind.
"Ah, that"s you!" Stavrogin laughed loudly; his laughter seemed to be provoked simply by the appearance of Pyotr Stepanovitch as he ran in with such impulsive curiosity.
"Were you listening at the door? Wait a bit. What have you come about? I promised you something, didn"t I? Ah, bah! I remember, to meet "our fellows." Let us go. I am delighted. You couldn"t have thought of anything more appropriate." He s.n.a.t.c.hed up his hat and they both went at once out of the house.
"Are you laughing beforehand at the prospect of seeing "our fellows"?" chirped gaily Pyotr Stepanovitch, dodging round him with obsequious alacrity, at one moment trying to walk beside his companion on the narrow brick pavement and at the next running right into the mud of the road; for Stavrogin walked in the middle of the pavement without observing that he left no room for anyone else.
"I am not laughing at all," he answered loudly and gaily; "on the contrary, I am sure that you have the most serious set of people there."
""Surly dullards," as you once deigned to express it."
"Nothing is more amusing sometimes than a surly dullard."
"Ah, you mean Mavriky Nikolaevitch? I am convinced he came to give up his betrothed to you, eh? I egged him on to do it, indirectly, would you believe it? And if he doesn"t give her up, we"ll take her, anyway, won"t we-eh?"
Pyotr Stepanovitch knew no doubt that he was running some risk in venturing on such sallies, but when he was excited he preferred to risk anything rather than to remain in uncertainty. Stavrogin only laughed.
"You still reckon you"ll help me?" he asked.
"If you call me. But you know there"s one way, and the best one."
"Do I know your way?"
"Oh no, that"s a secret for the time. Only remember, a secret has its price."
"I know what it costs," Stavrogin muttered to himself, but he restrained himself and was silent.
"What it costs? What did you say?" Pyotr Stepanovitch was startled.
"I said, "d.a.m.n you and your secret!" You"d better be telling me who will be there. I know that we are going to a name-day party, but who will be there?"
"Oh, all sorts! Even Kirillov."
"All members of circles?"
"Hang it all, you are in a hurry! There"s not one circle formed yet."
"How did you manage to distribute so many manifestoes then?"
"Where we are going only four are members of the circle. The others on probation are spying on one another with jealous eagerness, and bring reports to me. They are a trustworthy set. It"s all material which we must organise, and then we must clear out. But you wrote the rules yourself, there"s no need to explain."
"Are things going badly then? Is there a hitch?"
"Going? Couldn"t be better. It will amuse you: the first thing which has a tremendous effect is giving them t.i.tles. Nothing has more influence than a t.i.tle. I invent ranks and duties on purpose; I have secretaries, secret spies, treasurers, presidents, registrars, their a.s.sistants-they like it awfully, it"s taken capitally. Then, the next force is sentimentalism, of course. You know, amongst us socialism spreads princ.i.p.ally through sentimentalism. But the trouble is these lieutenants who bite; sometimes you put your foot in it. Then come the out-and-out rogues; well, they are a good sort, if you like, and sometimes very useful; but they waste a lot of one"s time, they want incessant looking after. And the most important force of all-the cement that holds everything together-is their being ashamed of having an opinion of their own. That is a force! And whose work is it, whose precious achievement is it, that not one idea of their own is left in their heads! They think originality a disgrace."
"If so, why do you take so much trouble?"
"Why, if people lie simply gaping at every one, how can you resist annexing them? Can you seriously refuse to believe in the possibility of success? Yes, you have the faith, but one wants will. It"s just with people like this that success is possible. I tell you I could make them go through fire; one has only to din it into them that they are not advanced enough. The fools reproach me that I have taken in every one here over the central committee and "the innumerable branches." You once blamed me for it yourself, but where"s the deception? You and I are the central committee and there will be as many branches as we like."
"And always the same sort of rabble!"