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That night he knocked at Bazaroff's door, and, gaining admittance, begged in his most delicate manner for five minutes' conversation. "I want to hear your views on the subject of duelling," he said. Bazaroff, for once, was taken by surprise. "My view is," he said at last, "that I should not, in practice, allow myself to be insulted without demanding satisfaction."
Pavel Petrovitch gave a slight start, and clutched at his thigh. A stream of blood began to trickle down his white trousers. Bazaroff became the doctor at once, and, flinging aside his pistol, fell on his knees beside his late antagonist, and began with professional skill to attend to his wound. At that moment Nicolai Petrovitch drove up.
Bazaroff's eyes glittered for an instant under their dark brows. Madame Odintsov did not answer him. "I am afraid of this man," flashed through her brain. "Good-bye, then," said Bazaroff, as though he guessed her thought, and he went back into the house. II Bazaroff's Home-Coming From the scene of his discomfiture Bazaroff fled to his own house, taking Arkady with him.
"And would you like to know the reason for this reticence?" he queried. "Would you like to know what is passing within me?" "Yes," rejoined Madame Odintsov, with a sort of dread she did not at the time understand. "And you will not be angry?" "No." "No?" Bazaroff was standing with his back to her.
Do stay." "Thanks for the suggestion," he retorted, "and for your flattering opinion of my conversational talent. But I think I have already been moving too long in a sphere which is not my own. Flying fishes can hold out for a time in the air, but soon they must splash back into the water; allow me, too, to paddle in my own element." Madame Odintsov looked at Bazaroff.
He is averse to every kind of demonstration of feeling; many people even find fault with him for such firmness of character, and regard it as a proof of pride or lack of feeling, but men like him ought not to be judged by the common standard, ought they?" One thing troubled old Bazaroff. How long was his son going to stay? He dared not ask him, but he centred his hopes on three weeks, at least.
And Arkady, too, willingly accepted his hostess's urgent invitation that they should stay for as long as they pleased, because of his passion for Katya. Circumstances, however, brought their visit to an abrupt conclusion. One morning Madame Odintsov, when she was alone with Bazaroff, commented upon his reticence and constraint. As she made this remark, Bazaroff got up and went to the window.
Anyway, that ought to be encouraged an English wash-stand stands for progress." The antipathy between Pavel Petrovitch and Bazaroff became more pronounced as the days went by. There were several passages of arms between them the one taking the old-fashioned view of life, the other dismissing contemptuously his outlook as unprogressive.
Tell me, on your conscience, whether comparison with Bazaroff could be an affront to any one. Don't you perceive yourself that he is the most congenial of all my characters? The author ought to have sacrificed himself to the citizen; and I therefore recognize as justified the estrangement of our youth from me, and all possible reproaches.
"That unkempt creature?" "Why, yes." Pavel Petrovitch drummed with his finger-tips on the table. "I fancy Arkady s'est dégourdé," he remarked. "I am glad he has come back." "Your uncle's a queer fish," Bazaroff remarked to Arkady, in the seclusion of their room; "only fancy such style in the country! His nails, his nails you ought to send them to an exhibition!
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