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He had not, however, taken him to the study, but had asked him, with the same polite firmness, to wait in the drawing-room until he was wanted. Even here Paklin had hoped to escape, but a robust gendarme at Kollomietzev's instruction appeared in the doorway; so Paklin remained. "I dare say you've guessed what has brought me to you, Voldemar," Sipiagin began.
This "resignation" gave his whole bearing a slight touch of melancholy; and what dignity... oh, what dignity there was in every one of his movements! Kollomietzev sat on her left, and as he unfolded his serviette screwed up his face and smiled, as much as to say, "Well, now let us begin our little comedy!" Sipiagin sat on the opposite side and watched him with some anxiety.
At this last word Sipiagin waved his wrist into space. "I forget them, my dear sir!" Sipiagin moved his head from left to right on the back of his chair. "It does not interest me in the least, sir. It only makes one foolish marriage the more in the world that's all. But what is this urgent matter to which I am indebted for the pleasure of your visit?" "Ugh! you cursed director of a department!"
Some sort of legend must be invented you remember Dmitrius the pretender some sort of royal sign must be shown him, branded on the breast." "Just like Pugatchev," Sipiagin interrupted him in a tone of voice which seemed to imply that he had not yet forgotten his history and that it was really not necessary for Paklin to go on.
"Do you really intend going to town, Boris?" Valentina Mihailovna asked. "I feel absolutely certain," Kollomietzev continued, "that that tutor, Mr. Nejdanov, is mixed up in this. J'en mettrais ma main au feu. It's all one gang! Haven't they seized him? Don't you know?" Sipiagin waved his wrist again. "I don't know and don't want to know!
As for the government if it does send me to Siberia, I'll go without grumbling, although I don't consider myself guilty. The government does its work, defends itself. Are you satisfied?" Sipiagin wrung his hands in despair. "Satisfied!! What a word! That's not the point, and it is not for us to judge the doings of the government. Markelov frowned.
"However," she added, "I am convinced that you only say these things for the sake of argument. Nejdanov blushed, bent over his plate, and mumbled something; he did not feel shy, but was simply unaccustomed to conversing with such brilliant personages. Madame Sipiagin continued smiling to him; her husband nodded his head patronisingly.
"I am a guest in the house in which he serves," Kollomietzev exclaimed, "yes, serves for money, comme un salarie.... Consequently I am his superior.... He ought to bow to me first." "My dear Kollomietzev, you are very particular," Sipiagin put in, laying special stress on the word dear. "I thought, if you'll forgive my saying so, that we had outgrown all that.
Paklin thought, "I'll soon make you pull a different face!" "Your wife's brother," he said aloud, "Mr. Markelov, has been seized by the peasants whom he had been inciting to rebellion, and is now under arrest in the governor's house." Sipiagin jumped up a second time.
Take into consideration the fact that up until now Sipiagin has not persecuted you, which shows him to be a man capable of a certain amount of generosity. I see that you don't like the expression well, a certain amount of pride. Why should we not take advantage of it? Consider for yourself!" Mariana raised her head and passed her hand through her air.
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