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At Nikolskoe Katya and Arkady were sitting in the garden on a turf seat in the shade of a tall ash tree; Fifi had placed himself on the ground near them, giving his slender body that graceful curve, which is known among dog-fanciers as 'the hare bend. Both Arkady and Katya were silent; he was holding a half-open book in his hands, while she was picking out of a basket the few crumbs of bread left in it, and throwing them to a small family of sparrows, who with the frightened impudence peculiar to them were hopping and chirping at her very feet.
But he poured his drink slowly, stealing curious glances and endeavoring to catch the drift of the little Doctor's murmurings. In this attempt he utterly failed, because why? Obviously because the Doctor cursed exclusively in the Greek and Latin languages. In five minutes, Queed was upon his work again. Not that the turpentine was yet dying slowly away, as Fifi had predicted that it would.
The sign was an old one which he had chanced to pick up years ago at the Astor Library. It read: SILENCE Arch-type and model of courteous warning! When Fifi read the little Doctor's sign, her feelings were not in the least wounded, insufficiently subtle though some particular people might have thought its admonition to be.
I knew it was a woman from the bungling, unmanlike way that pistol was laid in the dead hand; the only question I had to answer was which woman Fifi, Lady Stavornell, or this wretched little hypocrite. Here's your 'little dark man', here's the assassin. The Norfolk suit and the false moustache are in her room at the hydro.
But this time Fifi said, shamelessly, "I'll bet you have! Haven't you?" Come, Mr. Queed, be honest. You are supposed to have the scientist's passion for veracity. You mercilessly demand the truth from others. Now take some of your own medicine. Stand out like a man. Have you or have you not missed this girl since she stopped coming?
Has she not declared but now, this instant, that she went out to the chemist's, to the dairy-lunch? Catch Fifi on the street in her servant's dress! No, no! She spends her wages on dress, vain creature. She would no more think of venturing upon the street in but, we waste time. Of what interest can be the foibles of my poor old servant to you. Madame?
For if he had begun as the most unconscious and merciless of egoists, who could sacrifice little Fifi to his comfort without a tremor, he had ended with the supreme act of purest altruism: the voluntary sacrifice of himself to save a man whom in his heart he must despise. But was that the supreme altruism? What had it cost him, after all, but her friendship?
Mademoiselle Fifi had taken Rachel on his knee, and, getting excited, at one moment he kissed the little black curls on her neck and at another he pinched her furiously and made her scream, for he was seized by a species of ferocity, and tormented by his desire to hurt her.
The arch little face smiled saucily, and Fifi cuddled into her corner, and again fell a-thinking. "I can't believe you really mean you think Eunice did it!" she broke out. "Why, what are you going to do? Arrest her?" "Not quite. Although she is under strict surveillance at present." "What! Can't she go out, if she likes?" "No." "How perfectly absurd!
"Suppose," said Fifi, "your book came out and you were very famous, but all alone in the world, without a friend. And you died and there was not one single person to cry and miss you would you think that was a a successful life?" "Oh, I suppose so! Yes, yes!" "But don't don't you want to have people like you and be your friend?" "My dear young lady, it is not a question of what I want.
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