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Updated: June 2, 2025
That means the week is not up yet." "What do you mean it isn't up?" said Ostrov. "I came to see you on Tuesday. Do you count eight days in a week, in the French fashion? You won't come off so easily." "You came here on Wednesday," replied Trirodov. "And this is why I haven't the money ready for you." Ostrov was unable to grasp the situation.
"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."
"I'll not give you so much," said Trirodov, "and I couldn't even if I wished to." Ostrov drew nearer to Trirodov and whispered: "I'll inform against you." "What then?" asked Trirodov, untouched by the threat. "It will be bad for you. It's a capital crime, as you know, my dear chap, and of a no mean order," said Ostrov in a menacing tone.
They walked through a long corridor and found themselves in a large gloomy room. There was a sideboard against one of the walls and a table in the middle; cut-glass dishes rested along shelves around the room. It was to all appearances a dining-room. "It's quite the proper thing to do," grumbled Ostrov. "A meal would do me no harm." The light was strangely distributed.
Ostrov bowed to them with derisive politeness and said: "May I ask you something, fair ladies?" Elisaveta surveyed him calmly and said without haste: "What is it?" Elena was silent with fear. "Are you taking a walk?" asked Ostrov. "Yes," answered Elisaveta briefly. "Mr. Trirodov's house is somewhere hereabouts, unless I'm mistaken," said Ostrov, half questioningly.
His face bore an expression of apathetic readiness to do everything that he might be commanded to do by some one stronger than himself whose will had conquered his. Trirodov looked attentively at Ostrov and said: "Well, tell me what I want to know. I wish to hear from your own lips what you are doing here, and what you are up to.
Trirodov suddenly appeared to recall something as, with a tinge of derision in his smile, he asked: "I beg your pardon, Denis Alekseyevitch, I thought you were coming to-morrow, as was arranged. I haven't the money ready for you." Ostrov was annoyed. His broad face grew dark. He exclaimed, his eyes red with anger: "You asked me to come in a week, and I've come in a week.
Half of the room and half of the table were in the shadow. Two boys dressed in white waited at the table. Ostrov winked at them insolently. But they looked on calmly and departed quite simply. Trirodov settled himself in the dark part of the room. Ostrov sat down at the table. Trirodov began: "Well, what do you want of me?"
Ostrov made his visit late on Tuesday evening. He was received at once, and led into a chamber on the ground floor. Trirodov came in almost immediately. Not a little astonished, he asked unwillingly: "Well, what can I do for you, Denis Alekseyevitch?" "I've come for the money," said Ostrov gruffly. "To receive the promised relief at your bountiful hands."
He could hear somewhere the rapid shivering tones of a tiny bell. Ostrov waited. The door did not open. Ostrov rang once more. It was quiet behind the door. "I wonder how long there's to wait?" he grumbled, then gave a shout: "Hey, you in there!" A faint, muffled sound vibrated in the damp air, as if some one had tittered lightly. Ostrov caught hold of the brass handle of the gate.
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