"Look here," said Lizabetha Prokofievna, turning round suddenly; "we are
passing his house. Whatever Aglaya may think, and in spite of anything that may
happen, he is not a stranger to us; besides which, he is ill and in misfortune.
I, for one, shall call in and see him. Let anyone follow me who cares to."
The prince hastened to apologize, very properly, for yesterday's mishap with
the vase, and for the scene generally.
"Oh, that's nothing," replied Lizabetha; "I'm not sorry for the vase, I'm
sorry for you. H'm! so you can see that there was a 'scene,' can you? Well, it
doesn't matter much, for everyone must realize now that it is impossible to be
hard on you. Well, au revoir. I advise you to have a walk, and then go to sleep
again if you can. Come in as usual, if you feel inclined; and be assured, once
for all, whatever happens, and whatever may have happened, you shall always
remain the friend of the family--mine, at all events. I can answer for
myself."
And so they took their departure; but in this hasty and kindly designed visit
there was hidden a fund of cruelty which Lizabetha Prokofievna never dreamed of.
In the words "as usual," and again in her added, "mine, at all events," there
seemed an ominous knell of some evil to come.
The prince began to think of Aglaya. She had certainly given him a wonderful
smile, both at coming and again at leave-taking, but had not said a word, not
even when the others all professed their friendship for him. She had looked very
intently at him, but that was all. Her face had been paler than usual; she
looked as though she had slept badly.
The prince made up his mind that he would make a point of going there "as
usual," tonight, and looked feverishly at his watch.
Vera came in three minutes after the Epanchins had left. "Lef Nicolaievitch,"
she said, "Aglaya Ivanovna has just given me a message for you."
"No, a verbal message; she had hardly time even for that. She begs you
earnestly not to go out of the house for a single moment all to-day, until seven
o'clock in the evening. It may have been nine; I didn't quite hear."
"Not those very words. She only just had time to whisper as she went by; but
by the way she looked at me I knew it was important. She looked at me in a way
that made my heart stop beating."
"Perhaps," he thought, "someone is to be with them until nine tonight and she
is afraid that I may come and make a fool of myself again, in public." So he
spent his time longing for the evening and looking at his watch. But the
clearing-up of the mystery came long before the evening, and came in the form of
a new and agonizing riddle.
Half an hour after the Epanchins had gone, Hippolyte arrived, so tired that,
almost unconscious, he sank into a chair, and broke into such a fit of coughing
that he could not stop. He coughed till the blood came. His eyes glittered, and
two red spots on his cheeks grew brighter and brighter. The prince murmured
something to him, but Hippolyte only signed that he must be left alone for a
while, and sat silent. At last he came to himself.
"Shall I see you home?" asked the prince, rising from his seat, but suddenly
stopping short as he remembered Aglaya's prohibition against leaving the house.
Hippolyte laughed.
"I don't mean that I am going to leave your house," he continued, still
gasping and coughing. "On the contrary, I thought it absolutely necessary to
come and see you; otherwise I should not have troubled you. I am off there, you
know, and this time I believe, seriously, that I am off! It's all over. I did
not come here for sympathy, believe me. I lay down this morning at ten o'clock
with the intention of not rising again before that time; but I thought it over
and rose just once more in order to come here; from which you may deduce that I
had some reason for wishing to come."
"I know, I heard; the china vase caught it! I'm sorry I wasn't there. I've
come about something important. In the first place I had, the pleasure of seeing
Gavrila Ardalionovitch and Aglaya Ivanovna enjoying a rendezvous on the green
bench in the park. I was astonished to see what a fool a man can look. I
remarked upon the fact to Aglaya Ivanovna when he had gone. I don't think
anything ever surprises you, prince!" added Hippolyte, gazing incredulously at
the prince's calm demeanour. "To be astonished by nothing is a sign, they say,
of a great intellect. In my opinion it would serve equally well as a sign of
great foolishness. I am not hinting about you; pardon me! I am very unfortunate
today in my expressions.
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