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But Sarudine's manner again softened, and he said in a consoling voice: "Come, my Lidotschka, don't cry any more! You're to blame, as well! Why make a scene? You've lost a lot, I know; but, still, we had so much happiness, too, didn't we? And we must just forget...." Lida began to sob once more. "Oh! stop it, do!" he shouted.
They were intensely curious to know who the lady was that had come to see Sarudine, Those who guessed that it was Lida Sanina felt instinctively jealous, picturing to themselves her white body in Sarudine's embrace. After a while Sanine got up from the table and said: "I shall not play any more. Good-bye." "Wait a minute, my friend, where are you going?" asked Ivanoff.
When to the sound of martial music Sarudine's remains were borne to the churchyard, Yourii from his window watched the sad, imposing procession. He saw the horses draped in black, and the deceased officer's cap that lay on the coffin-lid. There were flowers in profusion, and many female mourners, Yourii was deeply grieved at the sight.
But she instantly broke away from him and in so doing struck him violently on the chin, so that his teeth rattled. "Devil take it!" he exclaimed angrily. It hurt him considerably, and the droll sound of his rattling teeth annoyed him even more. Lida had not heard this, yet instinctively she felt that Sarudine's position was a ridiculous one, and with feminine cruelty she took advantage of it.
Sarudine thought that this laughter was meant for him, and he winced, as if struck by a whip. Flushed with anger, and impelled as by some irresistible force, he left his companions, and rapidly approached Sanine. "What is it?" said the latter, suddenly becoming serious, while his eyes were fixed on the little riding-whip in Sarudine's trembling hand.
"What has happened?" exclaimed Sanine. The soldier murmured something and ran on, wailing as he went. As a phantom he vanished in the night. "That was Sarudine's servant," thought Sanine, and then it flashed across him: "Sarudine has shot himself!" For a moment he peered into the darkness, and his brow grew cold.
"He's actually going to cry now!" he thought, with a certain malicious satisfaction. Sarudine's eyes were closed, and he lay quite still. Tanaroff drummed lightly on the window-sill with his fingers, twirled his moustache, looked round first, and then, out of the window, feeling selfishly eager to get away. "I can't very well, just yet," he thought. "What a damned bore!
"I only got here yesterday," said the gentleman in white, in a determined tone, though his voice sounded like the suppressed crowing of a cock. "My comrades," said Sarudine, introducing the others. "Gentlemen, this is Mr. Pavel Lvovitsch Volochine." Volochine bowed slightly. "We must make a note of that!" observed the tipsy Ivanoff, much to Sarudine's horror. "Pray sit down, Pavel Lvovitsch.
They made up a bed for him on the sofa and stood there, helpless and irresolute. This irritated him intensely. At last, recovering himself, the servant fetched some hot water and a towel, and carefully washed the blood from Sarudine's face and hands.
If it had not been for Sarudine's letter and her consequent distress and anxiety, she would have bitterly resented her son's rudeness. But, as it was, she merely said: "Ah! yes, the one slinks out of the house like a wolf, and the other..." A gesture of resignation completed the sentence. Sanine looked up quickly, and put down his pen. "What do you know about it?" he asked.
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