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He came up with a hesitating step, greeted all of them from a distance, and with an expression of pain on his face he turned to Natalya and said: 'Oh, you are having a walk? 'Yes, answered Natalya, 'we were just going home. 'Ah! was Volintsev's reply. 'Well, let us go, and they all walked towards the house. 'How is your sister? Rudin inquired, in a specially cordial tone, of Volintsev.
He was standing motionless with his back against a tree. He had arrived at the house a quarter of an hour before, and found Darya Mihailovna in the drawing-room; and after exchanging a few words got away unobserved and went in search of Natalya. Led by a lover's instinct, he went straight into the garden and came upon her and Rudin at the very instant when she snatched her hand away from him.
The stars shed a mild radiance. The summer night was soft and softened all. Rudin gazed into the dark garden, and looked round. 'That music and this night, he began, 'reminded me of my student days in Germany; our meetings, our serenades. 'You have been in Germany then? said Darya Mihailovna. 'I spent a year at Heidelberg, and nearly a year at Berlin. 'And did you dress as a student?
Rudin shook his head. 'You think so! And he looked away expressively. Natalya was on the point of replying, but she checked herself. 'Look. began Rudin, with a gesture towards the window, 'do you see that apple-tree? It is broken by the weight and abundance of its own fruit. True emblem of genius. 'It is broken because it had no support, replied Natalya
Darya Mihailovna met Rudin affably, and Rudin bowed affably to her; but at the first glance at the smiling faces of both, any one of even small experience would have understood that something of an unpleasant nature had passed between them, even if it had not been expressed. Rudin knew that Darya Mihailovna was angry with him.
'Does his excellency Baron Muffel make a special study of political economy, or does he only devote to that interesting subject the hours of leisure left over from his social amusements and his official duties? Rudin looked steadily at Pigasov. 'The baron is an amateur on this subject, he replied, growing rather red, 'but in his essay there is much that is interesting and just.
Rudin took the thin volume in his hand, turned over a few pages of it, and laying it down on the table, replied that he had not read that particular work of M. de Tocqueville, but that he had often reflected on the question treated by him. A conversation began to spring up.
But enough of Rudin; let us talk of something else. What of what's his name Pandalevsky? is he still living at Darya Mihailovna's? he concluded, turning to Bassistoff. 'Oh yes, he is still there. She has managed to get him a very profitable place. Lezhnyov smiled. 'That's a man who won't die in want, one can count upon that. Supper was over. The guests dispersed.
With a look of pain on his face he paced several times up and down his room, sat down in the chair before the window, leaning on his arm; a tear slowly appeared upon his eyelashes. He got up, buttoned himself up, called a servant and told him to ask Darya Mihailovna if he could see her. The man returned quickly, answering that Darya Mihailovna would be delighted to see him. Rudin went to her.
The 'circle, something between an informal club and a debating society, became the form in which these cravings of mind or heart could be satisfied. These people met and talked; that was all they were able to do. The passage in which one of the heroes, Lezhnyov, tells the woman he loves about the circle of which Dmitri Rudin and himself were members, is historically one of the most suggestive.
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