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"It is very unfortunate very unfortunate indeed. I very much regret that you should have been...." He lowered suddenly his voice. "But what is it surely you are not departing, Natalia Victorovna? You got bored waiting, didn't you?" "Not in the least," Miss Haldin protested. "Only I have been here some time, and I am anxious to get back to my mother." "The time seemed long, eh?
Razumov had a morbidly vivid vision of Haldin on his bed the white pillow hollowed by the head, the legs in long boots, the upturned feet. And in his abhorrence he said to himself, "I'll kill him when I get home." But he knew very well that that was of no use. The corpse hanging round his neck would be nearly as fatal as the living man. Nothing short of complete annihilation would do.
They say, too, that it is not very likely that he will live so very long for Tekla to take care of him." Miss Haldin shook her head. "While there are travellers ready to fall by the way our Tekla shall never be idle. She is a good Samaritan by an irresistible vocation. The revolutionists didn't understand her.
"That is putting it in a very crude way," he protested in his great effortless voice. Miss Haldin did not wait for the vibration to die out. "And run about visiting amongst a lot of strange people. The idea is distasteful for me; and I do not know what else you may mean?"
The General looked up at him thoughtfully, and Razumov grinned. All this went over the head of Prince K seated in a deep armchair, very tired and impatient. "A student called Haldin," said the General thoughtfully. Razumov ceased to grin. "That is his name," he said unnecessarily loud. "Victor Victorovitch Haldin a student." The General shifted his position a little. "How is he dressed?
And you did not detain me. I could have left you at any time." I had not stayed with him to be offended. "I am glad you have been sufficiently interested," I said calmly. "No merit of mine, though the commonest sort of regard for the mother of your friend was enough.... As to Miss Haldin herself, she at one time was disposed to think that her brother had been betrayed to the police in some way."
When it appeared in sight they exchanged a muttered good-bye and separated. The "other" remained at the corner, Haldin took up a position a little farther up the street.... After throwing his "engine" he ran off and in a moment was overtaken by the panic-struck people flying away from the spot after the second explosion. They were wild with terror. He was jostled once or twice.
Haldin were like the revenge of the unknown: that white face, that weak, distinct voice; that head, at first turned to him eagerly, then, after a while, bowed again and motionless in the dim, still light of the room in which his words which he tried to subdue resounded so loudly had troubled him like some strange discovery.
I needed also a sympathetic friend for Miss Haldin, who otherwise would have been too much alone and unsupported to be perfectly credible. She would have had no one to whom she could give a glimpse of her idealistic faith, of her great heart, and of her simple emotions. Razumov is treated sympathetically. Why should he not be?
Haldin did not stir a limb, but his overshadowed eyes moving a little gazed upwards at Razumov with wistful gratitude for this manifestation of feeling. Razumov turned away and strode up and down the room. "It would have been possibly a kindness," he muttered to himself, and was appalled by the nature of that apology for a murderous intention his mind had found somewhere within him.
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