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"No, Katya, I shall be glad," answered Trirodov calmly. "You'll find it convenient in there," and he signified with his eyes the little neighbouring room which had no other exit. Alkina flushed lightly and said: "If you will permit me, I'd rather undress here. It would give me joy to have you look at me a long time." Trirodov helped her to undo the clasps of her skirt.
"So that's it! And suppose I refuse?" asked Trirodov. Ostrov whistled sharply and looked insolently at Trirodov. "Well, old chap," he said rudely, "I don't count on your permitting yourself such a stupid mistake." "Why not?" "Why not?" repeated Ostrov after him. "I think the facts must be as clear to you as to me, if not more so and there's nothing to be gained by the world getting wind of them."
After the written exercises Trirodov asked the uninvited guests to luncheon. "It was such a long journey here," said Doulebov as if he were explaining why he did not refuse the invitation to eat. The children scattered a short way into the wood, while the elders went into a neighbouring house, where the luncheon was ready. The conversation during luncheon was constrained and captious.
And these beautiful flights of fire in the darkness gave joy and sadness. Kirsha, silent as always, came to his father. He placed himself at the window and looked out with his dark, sad eyes upon the distant fires of St. John's Eve. Trirodov went up to him. Kirsha turned quietly towards his father: "This will be a terrible night." Trirodov answered as quietly: "There will be nothing terrible.
The latter glanced at her and said: "Trirodov, of course. It is strange that we should be waiting for him." "I think he promised to come," said Elena indecisively. "Yes," answered Elisaveta, "I think he said something at that strange mirror." "It was earlier," observed Elena. "Yes, I am mixing it all up," said Elisaveta. "I don't understand how I could forget so quickly."
Once outside the cemetery gates, Elisaveta said: "I am hungry!" "Let's go to my place," suggested Trirodov. "Thank you," said Elisaveta. "But I'd rather go to some tavern." Trirodov looked at her in astonishment, but made no objection. He understood her curiosity. The tavern was crowded and noisy.
She was very jealous of her influence and maintained it with great energy. At Doulebov's invitation the Vice-Governor visited the town school. In inviting the Vice-Governor Doulebov had especially in view the idea of taking him to the Trirodov school. In the event of the school being closed, he wanted to say that it was done at the instigation of the governmental authorities.
"Then again, my dear chap, I've come for something else. In fact, you've guessed what I've come for. You've been a psychologist ever since I can remember." "What is it you want?" asked Trirodov. "Can't you guess?" said Ostrov, winking his eye. "No," replied Trirodov dryly. "In that case there's nothing left for me to do but to tell you straight: I need money."
Doulebova said: "Frankly, I don't like your poet. I can't understand him. There is something strange about him something disagreeable." "He's altogether suspicious," said Zherbenev with the look of a person who knew a great deal. It was asserted that Trirodov and others were collecting money for an armed revolt. At this they looked significantly at Voronok. Voronok retorted, but he was not heard.
He knew him well, but only from portraits he had seen of him, from his literary works, and from the stories of his admirers and articles about him. In his youth Trirodov had had some slight relations with him through friends, but this was interrupted. He had not even met him. Trirodov suddenly felt both cheerful and sad. He reflected: "Why has he come to me? What does he want of me?
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