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Pigasov smiled ironically. A footman came in and announced the arrival of Alexandra Pavlovna and her brother. Darya Mihailovna rose to meet her guests. 'How do you do, Alexandrine? she began, going up to her, 'how good of you to come!... How are you, Sergei Pavlitch? Volintsev shook hands with Darya Mihailovna and went up to Natalya Alexyevna.
Natalya, pale all over, could scarcely sit in her place and did not raise her eyes. Volintsev sat as usual next her, and from time to time began to talk in a constrained way to her. It happened that Pigasov was dining at Darya Mihailovna's that day. He talked more than any one at table.
In her eyes, however, he was something of the nature of a virtuoso or artist; and from people of that kind, according to her notions, it was impossible to demand a strict adherence to propriety. 'And here he is, she added, looking up one of the avenues which led to the house, and in fact Volintsev appeared not far off.
Lezhnyov watched him attentively; a strange, almost joyful amazement was expressed on Volintsev's face; he let his hands fall by his side. 'What is it? asked Lezhnyov. 'Read it, Volintsev said in a low voice, and handed him the letter. Lezhnyov began to read. This is what Rudin wrote: 'SIR 'I am going away from Darya Mihailovna's house to-day, and leaving it for ever.
Scarcely a breath escaped Bassistoff; he sat the whole time with open mouth and round eyes and listened listened as he had never listened to any one in his life while Natalya's face was suffused by a crimson flush, and her eyes, fastened unwaveringly on Rudin, were both dimmed and shining. 'What splendid eyes he has! Volintsev whispered to her. 'Yes, they are.
She kept thinking, not of Rudin himself, but of some word he had uttered, and she was wholly buried in her own thought. Sometimes she recollected Volintsev. She knew that he loved her. But her mind did not dwell on him more than an instant.... She felt a strange agitation.
'But tell me, my dear fellow, asked Volintsev, 'what is it, philosophy or what? 'How can I tell you? On one side it is philosophy, I daresay, and on the other something altogether different It is not right to put every folly down to philosophy. Volintsev looked at him. 'Wasn't he lying then, do you imagine? 'No, my son, he wasn't lying. But, do you know, we've talked enough of this.
I want one thing; I want you not to regard me as treacherous or hypocritical, to understand me... I hope that now you cannot doubt of my sincerity... I want us, Sergei Pavlitch, to part as friends... you to give me your hand as you once did. And Rudin went up to Volintsev.
I won't speak of your sister now. I can see you're in a passion... how could you think of your sister! But in relation to another individual what! do you imagine, when you've killed the philosopher, you can improve your own chances? Volintsev flung himself into a chair. 'Then I must go away somewhere! For here my heart is simply being crushed by misery; only I can find no place to go.
Volintsev raised himself, and, leaning on his elbow gazed a long, long while into his friend's face, and then repeated to him his whole conversation with Rudin word for word. He had never before given Lezhnyov a hint of his sentiments towards Natalya, though he guessed they were no secret to him. 'Well, brother, you have surprised me! Lezhnyov said, as soon as Volintsev had finished his story.
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