CHAPTER XVII.
THE PERMANENT HUSBAND.
Two years have elapsed since the events recorded in the foregoing chapters, and we find our friend Velchaninoff, one lovely summer day, seated in a railway carriage on his way to Odessa; he was making the journey for the purpose of seeing a great friend, and of being introduced to a lady whose acquaintance he had long wished to make.
Without entering into any details, we may remark that Velchaninoff was entirely changed during these last two years. He was no longer the miserable, fanciful hypochondriac of those dark days. He had returned to society and to his friends, who gladly forgave him his temporary relapse into seclusion. Even those whom he had ceased to bow to, when met, were now among the first to extend the hand of friendship once more, and asked no questions-just as though he had been abroad on private business, which was no affair of theirs.
His success in the legal matters of which we have heard, and the fact of having his sixty thousand roubles safe at his bankers-enough to keep him all his life-was the elixir which brought him back to health and spirits.
His premature wrinkles departed, his eyes grew brighter, and his complexion better; he became more active and vigorous-in fact, as he sat thinking in a comfortable first-cla.s.s carriage, he looked a very different man from the Velchaninoff of two years ago.
The next station to be reached was that at which pa.s.sengers were expected to dine, forty minutes being allowed for this purpose.
It so happened that Velchaninoff, while seated at the dinner table, was able to do a service to a lady who was also dining there. This lady was young and nice looking, though rather too flashily dressed, and was accompanied by a young officer who unfortunately was scarcely in a befitting condition for ladies" society, having refreshed himself at the bar to an unnecessary extent. This young man succeeded in quarrelling with another person equally unfit for ladies" society, and a brawl ensued, which threatened to land both parties upon the table in close proximity to the lady. Velchaninoff interfered, and removed the brawlers to a safe distance, to the great and almost boundless grat.i.tude of the alarmed lady, who hailed him as her "guardian angel." Velchaninoff was interested in the young woman, who looked like a respectable provincial lady-of provincial manners and taste, as her dress and gestures showed.
A conversation was opened, and the lady immediately commenced to lament that her husband was "never by when he was wanted," and that he had now gone and hidden himself somewhere just because he happened to be required.
"Poor fellow, he"ll catch it for this," thought Velchaninoff. "If you will tell me your husband"s name," he added aloud, "I will find him, with pleasure."
"Pavel Pavlovitch," hiccupped the young officer.
"Your husband"s name is Pavel Pavlovitch, is it?" inquired Velchaninoff with curiosity, and at the same moment a familiar bald head was interposed between the lady and himself.
"Here you are _at last_," cried the wife, hysterically.
It was indeed Pavel Pavlovitch.
He gazed in amazement and dread at Velchaninoff, falling back before him just as though he saw a ghost. So great was his consternation, that for some time it was clear that he did not understand a single word of what his wife was telling him-which was that Velchaninoff had acted as her guardian angel, and that he (Pavel) ought to be ashamed of himself for never being at hand when he was wanted.
At last Pavel Pavlovitch shuddered, and woke up to consciousness.
Velchaninoff suddenly burst out laughing. "Why, we are old friends"-he cried, "friends from childhood!" He clapped his hand familiarly and encouragingly on Pavel"s shoulder. Pavel smiled wanly. "Hasn"t he ever spoken to you of Velchaninoff?"
"No, never," said the wife, a little confused.
"Then introduce me to your wife, you faithless friend!"
"This-this is Mr. Velchaninoff!" muttered Pavel Pavlovitch, looking the picture of confusion.
All went swimmingly after this. Pavel Pavlovitch was despatched to cater for the party, while his lady informed Velchaninoff that they were on their way from O--, where Pavel Pavlovitch served, to their country place-a lovely house, she said, some twenty-five miles away. There they hoped to receive a party of friends, and if Mr. Velchaninoff would be so very kind as to take pity on their rustic home, and honour it with a visit, she should do her best to show her grat.i.tude to the guardian angel who, etc., etc. Velchaninoff replied that he would be delighted; and that he was an idle man, and always free-adding a compliment or two which caused the fair lady to blush with delight, and to tell Pavel Pavlovitch, who now returned from his quest, that Alexey Ivanovitch had been so kind as to promise to pay them a visit next week, and stay a whole month.
Pavel Pavlovitch, to the amazed wrath of his wife, smiled a sickly smile, and said nothing.
After dinner the party bade farewell to Velchaninoff, and returned to their carriage, while the latter walked up and down the platform smoking his cigar; he knew that Pavel Pavlovitch would return to talk to him.
So it turned out. Pavel came up with an expression of the most anxious and hara.s.sed misery. Velchaninoff smiled, took his arm, led him to a seat, and sat down beside him. He did not say anything, for he was anxious that Pavel should make the first move.
"So you are coming to us?" murmured the latter at last, plunging _in medias res_.
"I knew you"d begin like that! you haven"t changed an atom!" cried Velchaninoff, roaring with laughter, and slapping him confidentially on the back. "Surely, you don"t really suppose that I ever had the smallest intention of visiting you-and staying a month too!"
Pavel Pavlovitch gave a start.
"Then you"re _not_ coming?" he cried, without an attempt to hide his joy.
"No, no! of course not!" replied Velchaninoff, laughing. He did not know why, but all this was exquisitely droll to him; and the further it went the funnier it seemed.
"Really-are you really serious?" cried Pavel, jumping up.
"Yes; I tell you, I won"t come-not for the world!"
"But what will my wife say now? She thinks you intend to come!"
"Oh, tell her I"ve broken my leg-or anything you like!"
"She won"t believe!" said Pavel, looking anxious.
"Ha-ha-ha! You catch it at home, I see! Tell me, who is that young officer?"
"Oh, a distant relative of mine-an unfortunate young fellow--"
"Pavel Pavlovitch!" cried a voice from the carriage, "the second bell has rung!"
Pavel was about to move off-Velchaninoff stopped him.
"Shall I go and tell your wife how you tried to cut my throat?" he said.
"What are you thinking of-G.o.d forbid!" cried Pavel, in a terrible fright.
"Well, go along, then!" said the other, loosing his hold of Pavel"s shoulder.
"Then-then-you won"t come, will you?" said Pavel once more, timidly and despairingly, and clasping his hands in entreaty.
"No-I won"t-I swear!-run away-you"ll be late!" He put out his hand mechanically, then recollected himself, and shuddered. Pavel did not take the proffered hand, he withdrew his own.
The third bell rang.
An instantaneous but total change seemed to have come over both. Something snapped within Velchaninoff"s heart-so it seemed to him, and he who had been roaring with laughter a moment before, seized Pavel Pavlovitch angrily by the shoulder.
"If I-_I_ offer you my hand, sir" (he showed the scar on the palm of his left hand)-"if _I_ can offer you my hand, sir, I should think _you_ might accept it!" he hissed with white and trembling lips.
Pavel Pavlovitch grew deadly white also, his lips quivered and a convulsion seemed to run through his features:
"And-Liza?" he whispered quickly. Suddenly his whole face worked, and tears started to his eyes.
Velchaninoff stood like a log before him.