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“I was in want of ten roubles and pledged my pistols with Perhotin, and then went to Madame Hohlakov to borrow three thousand which she wouldn’t give me, and so on, and all the rest of it,” Mitya interrupted sharply. “Yes, gentlemen, I was in want of it, and suddenly thousands turned up, eh?
“Enough, Dmitri Fyodorovitch, enough!” Madame Hohlakov interrupted emphatically. “The question is, will you go to the gold-mines or not; have you quite made up your mind? Answer yes or no.” “I will go, madam, afterwards.... I’ll go where you like ... but now—” “Wait!” cried Madame Hohlakov.
For mercy’s sake, don’t keep Alexey Fyodorovitch a minute. He will come back to you at once.” Madame Hohlakov at last ran off. Before leaving, Alyosha would have opened the door to see Lise. “On no account,” cried Lise. “On no account now. Speak through the door. How have you come to be an angel? That’s the only thing I want to know.” “For an awful piece of stupidity, Lise! Good-by!”
He begged the maid most earnestly to take another message in these very words: “That he had come on business of the greatest importance, and that Madame Hohlakov might have cause to regret it later, if she refused to see him now.” “I plunged headlong,” he described it afterwards. The maid, gazing at him in amazement, went to take his message again. Madame Hohlakov was impressed.
Where did you get such a dreadful wound, Alexey Fyodorovitch?” Madame Hohlakov hastened away. This was all Lise was waiting for. “First of all, answer the question, where did you get hurt like this?” she asked Alyosha, quickly. “And then I’ll talk to you about something quite different. Well?”
At the moment Alyosha and Madame Hohlakov entered, Ivan Fyodorovitch stood up to take leave. His face was rather pale, and Alyosha looked at him anxiously. For this moment was to solve a doubt, a harassing enigma which had for some time haunted Alyosha.
It was the fear of a woman, of Katerina Ivanovna, who had so urgently entreated him in the note handed to him by Madame Hohlakov to come and see her about something. This request and the necessity of going had at once aroused an uneasy feeling in his heart, and this feeling had grown more and more painful all the morning in spite of the scenes at the hermitage and at the Father Superior’s.
There were flowers in his hands and the coffin, inside and out, was decked with flowers, which had been sent early in the morning by Lise Hohlakov. But there were flowers too from Katerina Ivanovna, and when Alyosha opened the door, the captain had a bunch in his trembling hands and was strewing them again over his dear boy.
“Oh, dear, how mistaken it all is!” Madame Hohlakov cried again. “Alexey Fyodorovitch, you speak. I want dreadfully to know what you will say!” cried Katerina Ivanovna, and burst into tears. Alyosha got up from the sofa. “It’s nothing, nothing!” she went on through her tears. “I’m upset, I didn’t sleep last night.
I’m in love with young people! The younger generation are the one prop of our suffering country. Her one hope.... Oh, go, go!...” But Pyotr Ilyitch had already run away or she would not have let him go so soon. Yet Madame Hohlakov had made a rather agreeable impression on him, which had somewhat softened his anxiety at being drawn into such an unpleasant affair.
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