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Updated: August 21, 2024
The room was spacious with a lofty ceiling, from which hung over the round table a splendid lamp, burning brightly. Darvid's remote prototype, the Argonaut Jason, must have had quite a different exterior when he sailed on toward Colchis to find the golden fleece. Time, which changes the methods of contest, changes the forms of its knights correspondingly.
At thought of that letter the serpents stirred in Darvid's breast, but he shut them down in their den by hissing: "Stupidity!" And he fell into long and uneasy thought about that man whom he had sent on weighty business, but who had not returned yet. Perhaps chance will not favor him this time, and another hand will seize the field of action and the great profits.
So, raising his hat to his daughter, he finished the conversation in a language understandable to the servants: "Pardon me; I have no time. I shall be late. We will finish this conversation another time." When the carriage, whining on the snow, rolled along the crowded streets of the city, in the light of the streetlamps which fell on it, appeared Darvid's face, with an expression of terror.
"He borrows, of course, on the security of papa's pocket." "Or his death." Others said: "In such hands ill-gotten gains will go to the devil quickly." "Why ill-gotten gains?" "Well, can you imagine Saint Francis of Assisi making millions?" While his carriage was rolling along the streets of the city, Darvid's head was full of conflicting ideas.
What did all this signify? Here and there, in the gildings and polished surfaces, quivered flashes like playful gnomes; at other points, on bluish backgrounds, pale faces looked from tapestry thrown over furniture; still, farther, a great mirror reflects two clusters of lights, beneath which hang crystal pendants, and, increasing the perspective, made the space still greater, and the light more peculiar; in another place, from behind bluish folds depending from a door, appears a vase of Chinese porcelain; and, at that moment, it assumes, in Darvid's eyes, a strange appearance.
This was the widely open door of his clearly lighted study. In the door the footman pronounced loudly a name, at the sound of which Darvid's step quickened. At last the man had returned the envoy, the agent, the hound had come hack! Beyond doubt he brings favoring news, otherwise he would have no cause to come.
Those three words had fixed themselves in Darvid's memory, and after the words "what for?" appeared in it most frequently. Could they really relate to him? Had he in fact committed an error in logic? Yes, it seemed so. In that case his clear, sober, logical reason had deceived him. He rose, and with his profile toward the door, felt again, rather than saw, a black wall of darkness beyond.
Pani Darvid's knees bent under her, and dropping, with her face in her hands, her head struck the corner of the table near which she had been standing. At that moment Irene shot into the chamber; like a skylark, flying forward to defend its little ones, she ran to her mother, and surrounding her bent form with both arms, she raised to her father a face covered with a flood of tears.
Darvid's forehead smoothed for the moment, all wrinkles vanished from it. In the city, people said that Darvid, in anxiety for his daughter would commit some mad folly; but those who had seen him shrugged their shoulders. Not at all! There was not a man on earth who could preserve better, in such straits, cool blood, self-confidence, fluent speech, affability perfect, though cold.
You wore born in the age of harmony, you will remain on the side of harmony. But a truce to talk. Let us go. Come, you will hear Lili Kerth; we shall sup together." "Come, we have a place in the carriage for you," said the baron, supporting young Darvid's invitation. Kranitski grew as radiant as if a sun-ray had fallen on his face.
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