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Even he could not guess, however, how Brodsky had discovered the identity of Ivan's companion. But de Windt had borne the brunt of the Colonel's rage when he learned it; and de Windt had endeavored to obtain some sort of softening of the sentence pronounced upon the unhappy boy. It was vain.
He had disappeared, absolutely, completely, out of the ken of his former world; though it took infinite repetition to convince everybody that even Vladimir de Windt did not know his address. Certainly Ivan had accomplished a very unusual thing. Living still in the midst of the world, he was lost to mankind; had vanished utterly from sight or hearing.
But, at least, Fóma Vassilyitch is fully aware of our feelings in regard to his his recent mode of existence. Now I must go, gentlemen. Vladimir, may I speak to you, for a few minutes, on a private matter?" With a formal bow, Ivan ended his most unsatisfactory explanation, and left the tent again, followed eagerly by de Windt. Outside, however, Ivan's behavior was unexpected.
Moreover, he had spent his last night in these dearly familiar rooms; and he had accomplished the difficult task of putting his friend away from him without rousing that friend's antagonism. So much Ivan had decided, before, as he sat sipping his first cup of tea, de Windt appeared, starting to see his comrade in civilian's dress.
Ivan, rarely enough attracted by women of her type, was in a dangerously susceptible mood. And de Windt was hardly more displeased than surprised at the invariable attendance of Ivan on those evenings when Mademoiselle Petrovna was billed to appear. Ivan himself made no great effort to analyze the appeal she made to him: an appeal to the baser side of his nature.
De Windt sat up, with an ejaculation of deep disgust. "Well you didn't they didn't get anything out of you, did they?" "Holy Virgin! D'ye think I'm proud of the fix? D'ye think the regiment doesn't mean as much to me as to you? I left them the minute tea came in; and I lay here thinking about it when I dozed off." "Vladimir Vassilyitch, the thing can't go on. It can't! We'll be degraded for good.
And when he reached his own quarters, it was to amaze de Windt by the radiance of his expression and his apparent lack of fatigue. Though he retired presently to his room and lay down there, he found sleep to be a thing entirely undesirable, considering the subject of his waking dreams. Next morning, somewhat earlier than on the previous day, he entered the church of the Virgin of Kazan.
Ivan saw that start, and understood it; but his voice betrayed no emotion as the customary good-mornings passed between them, and de Windt, seating himself and beginning to prepare his tea, said, quietly: "Ivan Mikhailovitch, you have not told me how you are going to begin in the work you were talking of last night. How are you to get a start?
He was remembering, bit by bit, the details of his recent talk with de Windt, who, heart-broken over Ivan's double ruin, and showing far more emotion than Michael's son himself, had fairly gone upon his knees to his friend, begging him to share his private fortune, and swearing that he should challenge every officer in the army who uttered one word against their recent comrade.
She'll be polite and nice, but she wants us to disappear." "Good gracious!" "Pretty Lilli told me this evening that Freule Menela van der Windt hasn't much money, but she comes of a splendid family: she's a distant relation of that Mr. Brederode, and her people are diplomats who live at The Hague, though she's an orphan and visits about. If one of us were rich why oh, it's too horrid to go on.
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