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He would have taken his leave on one occasion, on the ground that all his money was spent; she gave him five hundred roubles. He borrowed two hundred roubles more from Volintsev. Pigasov visited Darya Mihailovna much less frequently than before; Rudin crushed him by his presence. And indeed it was not only Pigasov who was conscious of an oppression.
What a rigmarole! Good God! it's worse than poetry! Lezhnyov made no reply, but his eyes were smiling. Volintsev got up. 'I want to go to Darya Mihailovna's, he announced. 'I want to find out what it all means. 'Wait a little, my dear boy; give him time to get off. What's the good of running up against him again? He is to vanish, it seems. What more do you want?
'You understand, Sergei Pavlitch, continued Rudin, 'that if I were not convinced... 'Upon my word! interrupted Volintsev, 'I don't doubt it in the least.... Well! so be it! Good luck to you! Only I wonder what the devil induced you to come with this news to me.... What have I to do with it? What is it to me whom you love, or who loves you? It simply passes my comprehension.
'Excuse me, my good sir, said Volintsev, turning round and stepping back a few paces, 'I am ready to do full justice to your intentions, all that's very fine, I admit, very exalted, but we are simple people, we do not gild our gingerbread, we are not capable of following the flight of great minds like yours.... What you think sincere, we regard as impertinent and disingenuous and indiscreet.... What is clear and simple to you, is involved and obscure to us.... You boast of what we conceal.... How are we to understand you!
Volintsev turned into the thickest part of the garden with Natalya and Mlle. Boncourt. He walked beside Natalya in silence. Mlle. Boncourt followed a little behind. 'What have you been doing to-day? asked Volintsev at last, pulling the ends of his handsome dark brown moustache.
But there has certainly never been a man in the world who, at some time in his life, has not looked worse than that. Volintsev felt that Natalya was drifting away from him, and with her it seemed as if the earth was giving way under his feet. The next day was Sunday, and Natalya got up late.
Good-bye, and allow me, at least once more, for the last time, to assure you of the purity of my intentions.... I am convinced of your discretion. 'That is too much! cried Volintsev, shaking with anger, 'I never asked for your confidence; and so you have no right whatever to reckon on my discretion!
'Let every one, Volintsev began sharply and with flashing eyes, 'let every one express himself according to his fancy. Talk of despotism! ... I consider there is none worse than the despotism of so-called clever men; confound them! Everyone was astonished at this outbreak from Volintsev; it was received in silence.
Openness, complete openness with any other man would have been misplaced; but with you it took the form of duty. We are happy to think our secret is in your hands. Volintsev gave vent to a forced laugh. 'Many thanks for your confidence in me! he exclaimed, 'though, pray observe, I neither wished to know your secret, nor to tell you mine, though you treat it as if it were your property.
Meanwhile Rudin had approached Natalya. She got up; her face expressed her confusion. Volintsev, who was sitting near her, got up too. 'I see a piano, began Rudin, with the gentle courtesy of a travelling prince; 'don't you play on it? 'Yes, I play, replied Natalya, 'but not very well. Here is Konstantin Diomiditch plays much better than I do. Pandalevsky put himself forward with a simper.
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