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That's very praiseworthy. Lezhnyov did not speak for a minute. 'Well, I have come for a personal interview, he said at last. Darya Mihailovna smiled. 'I see you have come. You say that in such a tone.... You could not have been very anxious to come to see me. 'I never go anywhere, rejoined Lezhnyov phlegmatically. 'Not anywhere? But you go to see Alexandra Pavlovna.
Lezhnyov walked up and down the room a long while, stopped before the window thinking, and murmured half aloud, 'Poor fellow! Then sitting down to the table, he began to write a letter to his wife. But outside a wind had risen, and was howling with ill-omened moans, and wrathfully shaking the rattling window-panes. The long autumn night came on.
'And so, began Lezhnyov, getting up, 'I may consider our business as concluded, and tell your manager to send me the papers. 'You may,... though I confess you are so uncivil I ought really to refuse you. 'But you know this rearrangement of the boundary is far more in your interest than in mine. Darya Mihailovna shrugged her shoulders. 'You will not even have luncheon here? she asked.
Bassistoff, in his enthusiasm, almost cracked his glass and drained it off at a draught. Alexandra Pavlovna pressed Lezhnyov's hand. 'Why, Mihailo Mihailitch, I did not suspect you were an orator, remarked Pigasov; 'it was equal to Mr. Rudin himself; even I was moved by it. 'I am not at all an orator, replied Lezhnyov, not without annoyance, 'but to move you, I fancy, would be difficult.
'I know him well, continued Lezhnyov, 'I am well aware of his faults. They are the more conspicuous because he himself is not on a small scale. 'Rudin has character, genius! cried Bassistoff. 'Genius, very likely he has! replied Lezhnyov, 'but as for character ... That's just his misfortune, that there's no character in him... But that's not the point.
'Tell you all that has happened to me? he said; 'I could not tell you all, and it is not worth while. I am worn out; I have wandered far in spirit as well as in flesh. What friends I have made good God! How many things, how many men I have lost faith in! Yes, how many! repeated Rudin, noticing that Lezhnyov was looking in his face with a kind of special sympathy.
One man says a word to me and it thrills me all over, another may say the same thing, or something still finer and I don't prick up my ears. Why is that? 'You don't, perhaps, put in Alexandra Pavlovna. 'I don't, retorted Lezhnyov, 'though perhaps my ears are long enough.
'No, brother, that's not it, replied Lezhnyov tranquilly; 'you won't believe me, but he really did it from a good motive. Yes, indeed. It was generous, do you see, and candid, to be sure, and it would offer an opportunity of speechifying and giving vent to his fine talk, and, of course, that's what he wants, what he can't live without. Ah! his tongue is his enemy.
And in those days I was afraid he was turning your head. 'No, replied Alexandra Pavlovna naively, 'he always seemed too learned for me. I was afraid of him, and never knew what to say in his presence. But wasn't Pigasov nasty in his ridicule of him to-day? 'Pigasov? responded Lezhnyov. 'That was just why I stood up for Rudin so warmly, because Pigasov was here.
Lezhnyov? inquired Pandalevsky, as though he were surprised. 'Yes, Mihailo Mihailitch Lezhnyov, replied Volintsev. 'Well, good-bye; it's time I was off to the field; they are sowing your buckwheat. Mr. Pandalevsky will escort you home. And Volintsev rode off at a trot. 'With the greatest of pleasure! cried Konstantin Diomiditch, offering Alexandra Pavlovna his arm.
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