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Kister waited for Lutchkov in vain till midnight, and next morning he went round himself to see him. The orderly informed Fyodor Fedoritch that his master was lying down and had given orders that he would see no one. 'He won't see me even?. 'Not even your honour. Kister walked twice up and down the street, tortured by the keenest apprehensions, and then went home again.
Masha was just approaching the drawing-room door when the arrival of Kister and Lutchkov was announced. She promptly returned to her own room, and went up to the looking-glass.... Her heart was throbbing violently. A girl came to summon her to the drawing-room. Masha drank a little water, stopped twice on the stairs, and at last went down. Mr. Perekatov was not at home.
His servant handed him a note. 'From whom? 'From the Perekatovs. Artiomka the postillion brought it. Kister's hands began to tremble. 'He had orders to give you their greetings. He had orders to wait for your answer. Am I to give Artiomka some vodka? Kister slowly unfolded the note, and read as follows: 'DEAR GOOD FYODOR FEDORITCH, I want very, very much to see you. Come to-day, if you can.
The bully's face never expressed one feeling; so it was now: feigned indifference, coarse delight, consciousness of his own superiority... a number of different emotions were playing over his features. 'Well, how was it? how was it? Kister made haste to question him. 'Oh! I went. They sent you greetings. 'Well? Are they all well? 'Of course, why not? 'Did they ask why I didn't come?
The light lay in long lines on the floor and in short, close streaks on the walls. The Perekatov family gave Fyodor Fedoritch a friendly reception. After dinner Nenila Makarievna went away to her own room to lie down; Mr. Perekatov settled himself on the sofa in the drawing-room; Masha sat near the window at her embroidery frame, Kister facing her.
'Don't speak, don't say anything in opposition.... I know he's your friend. You are capable of taking his part. You knew, Kister, you knew.... How was it you didn't prevent me from acting so stupidly? Why didn't you box my ears, as if I were a child? You knew... and didn't you care? 'But what right had I... 'What right!... the right of a friend.
And Lutchkov went away, very well satisfied with himself. Kister could not get to sleep before the morning. With feverish persistence he turned over and over and thought over and over the same single idea an occupation only too well known to unhappy lovers.
'Astonishing!... This is astonishing! Who'd have thought it of a fellow of your intelligence! 'Come, speak plainly... 'I have come, Mr. Kister, said Avdey, slowly rising to his feet, 'I have come to challenge you to a duel. Do you understand now? I want to fight you. Ah! you thought you could get rid of me like that! Why, didn't you know the sort of man you have to do with? As if I'd allow...
Perekatov went up to the colonel, pressed his hand warmly and looked him in the face with great cordiality. The colonel promptly looked forbidding. The dancing began. Kister asked Mashenka for a dance. At that time the Ecossaise was still flourishing.
'Surely you've long known that I love you, Marya Sergievna? Three weeks after this interview, Kister was sitting alone in his room, writing the following letter to his mother: Dearest Mother! I make haste to share my great happiness with you; I am going to get married.
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