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Updated: June 19, 2025
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.
Lutchkov looked round him irresolutely. 'I can't now... 'Why not? 'I should like to speak to you... alone.... 'Why, we are alone now. 'Yes... but... here in the house.... Masha was at her wits' end.... 'If I refuse, she thought, 'it's all over.... Curiosity was the ruin of Eve.... 'I agree, she said at last. 'When then? Where? Masha's breathing came quickly and unevenly.
On Lutchkov's coming into the drawing-room alone, Masha was at first scared... but then she felt delighted. She had more than once fancied that there existed some sort of misunderstanding between Lutchkov and her, that he had not hitherto had a chance of revealing himself.
Lutchkov listened and listened... and when at last she turned to him, his face expressed such unfeigned boredom, that Masha jumped up at once and closed the piano. She went up to the window, and for a long while stared into the garden; Lutchkov did not stir from his seat, and still remained silent. Impatience began to take the place of timidity in Masha's soul.
The major with vexation stuffed the two letters in the side pocket of his coat. 'Let us start. They set off. In a small copse, a mile and a half from the village of Kirilovo, Lutchkov was awaiting them with his former friend, the perfumed adjutant. It was lovely weather, the birds were twittering peacefully; not far from the copse a peasant was tilling the ground.
After dinner they were left alone; Masha did not know what to say, she sat down to the piano; her fingers flitted hurriedly and tremblingly over the keys; she was continually stopping and waiting for the first word... Lutchkov did not understand nor care for music. Masha played some brilliant variations on one of Rossini's airs.
Kister dropped his eyes, and did not speak. 'Do you know, Masha brought out with some effort, 'that I made... an appointment... to meet him here... yesterday? 'I know that, Kister rejoined hurriedly. 'You know it?... Ah! now I see why the day before yesterday... Mr. Lutchkov was in a hurry it seems to boast of his conquest. Kister was about to answer....
And Kister would proceed to discourse upon Louis the Fourteenth, while Lutchkov listened, totally failing to understand a great deal, misunderstanding a part... and at last venturing to make a remark.... This threw him into a cold sweat; 'now, if I'm making a fool of myself, he thought. And as a fact he often did make a fool of himself.
Your behaviour to me has been so strange, and I think, on my side, I have not deserved... at least, I had no reason to expect... But won't you sit down? Wouldn't you like a pipe? Lutchkov sat down. There was a certain weariness perceptible in his movements. He stroked his moustaches and lifted his eyebrows. 'I say, Fyodor Fedoritch, he began at last; 'why did you keep it up with me so long?...
'Oh, please, don't talk about being sorry for me, Avdey cut her short peremptorily; 'spare me that, anyway! 'Mr. Lutchkov... 'Oh, you needn't put on those grand-duchess airs... It's trouble thrown away! you don't impress me. Masha stepped back a pace, turned swiftly round and walked away.
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