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part to play! And think what she must take YOU for, Gania! I know she kissed motherā€™s hand, and all that, but she laughed at you, all the same. All this is not good enough for seventy-five thousand roubles, my dear boy. You are capable of honourable feelings still, and thatā€™s why I am talking to you so. Oh! DO take care what you are doing! Donā€™t you know yourself that it will end badly, Gania?ā€

So saying, and in a state of violent agitation, Varia left the room.

ā€œThere, they are all like that,ā€ said Gania, laughing, ā€œjust as if I do not know all about it much better than they do.ā€

He sat down with these words, evidently intending to prolong his visit.

ā€œIf you know it so well,ā€ said the prince a little timidly, ā€œwhy do you choose all this worry for the sake of the seventy-five thousand, which, you confess, does not cover it?ā€

ā€œI didnā€™t mean that,ā€ said Gania; ā€œbut while we are upon the subject, let me hear your opinion. Is all this worry worth seventy-five thousand or not?

ā€œCertainly not.ā€

ā€œOf course! And it would be a disgrace to marry so, eh?ā€

ā€œA great disgrace.ā€

ā€œOh, well, then you may know that I shall certainly do it, now. I shall certainly marry her. I was not quite sure of myself before, but now I am. Donā€™t say a word: I know what you want to tell meā€”ā€

ā€œNo. I was only going to say that what surprises me most of all is your extraordinary confidence.ā€

ā€œHow so? What in?ā€

ā€œThat Nastasia Philipovna will accept you, and that the question is as good as settled; and secondly, that even if she did, you would be able to pocket the money. Of course, I know very little about it, but thatā€™s my view. When a man marries for money it often happens that the wife keeps the money in her own hands.ā€

ā€œOf course, you donā€™t know all; but, I assure you, you neednā€™t be afraid, it wonā€™t be like that in our case. There are circumstances,ā€ said Gania, rather excitedly. ā€œAnd as to her answer to me, thereā€™s no doubt about that. Why should you suppose she will refuse me?ā€

ā€œOh, I only judge by what I see. Varvara Ardalionovna said just nowā€”ā€

ā€œOh sheā€”they donā€™t know anything about it! Nastasia was only chaffing Rogojin. I was alarmed at first, but I have thought better of it now; she was simply laughing at him. She looks on me as a fool because I show that I meant her money, and doesnā€™t realize that there are other men who would deceive her in far worse fashion. Iā€™m not going to pretend anything, and youā€™ll see sheā€™ll marry me, all right. If she likes to live quietly, so she shall; but if she gives me any of her nonsense, I shall leave her at once, but I shall keep the money. Iā€™m not going to look a fool; thatā€™s the first thing, not to look a fool.ā€

ā€œBut Nastasia Philipovna seems to me to be such a SENSIBLE woman, and, as such, why should she run blindly into this business? Thatā€™s what puzzles me so,ā€ said the prince.

ā€œYou donā€™t know all, you see; I tell you there are thingsā€”and besides, Iā€™m sure that she is persuaded that I love her to distraction, and I give you my word I have a strong suspicion that she loves me, tooā€”in her own way, of course. She thinks she will be able to make a sort of slave of me all my life; but I shall prepare a little surprise for her. I donā€™t know whether I ought to be confidential with you, prince; but, I assure you, you are the only decent fellow I have come across. I have not spoken so sincerely as I am doing at this moment for years. There are uncommonly few honest people about, prince; there isnā€™t one honester than Ptitsin, heā€™s the best of the lot. Are you laughing? You donā€™t know, perhaps, that blackguards like honest people, and being one myself I like you. WHY am I a blackguard? Tell me honestly, now. They all call me a blackguard because of her, and I have got into the way of thinking myself one. Thatā€™s what is so bad about the business.ā€

ā€œI for one shall never think you a blackguard again,ā€ said the prince. ā€œI confess I had a poor opinion of you at first, but I have been so joyfully surprised about you just now; itā€™s a good lesson for me. I shall never judge again without a thorough trial. I see now that you are riot only not a blackguard, but are not even quite spoiled. I see that you are quite an ordinary man, not original in the least degree, but rather weak.ā€

Gania laughed sarcastically, but said nothing. The prince, seeing that he did not quite like the last remark, blushed, and was silent too.

ā€œHas my father asked you for money?ā€ asked Gania, suddenly.

ā€œNo.ā€

ā€œDonā€™t give it to him if he does. Fancy, he was a decent, respectable man once! He was received in the best society; he was not always the liar he is now. Of course, wine is at the bottom of it all; but he is a good deal worse than an innocent liar now. Do you know that he keeps a mistress? I canā€™t understand how mother is so long-sufferring. Did he tell you the story of the siege of Kars? Or perhaps the one about his grey horse that talked? He loves, to enlarge on these absurd histories.ā€ And Gania burst into a fit of laughter. Suddenly he turned to the prince and asked: ā€œWhy are you looking at me like that?ā€

ā€œI am surprised to see you laugh in that way, like a child. You came to make friends with me again just now, and you said, ā€˜I will kiss your hand, if you like,ā€™ just as a child would have said it. And then, all at once you are talking of this mad projectā€”of these seventy-five thousand roubles! It all seems so absurd and impossible.ā€

ā€œWell, what conclusion have you reached?ā€

ā€œThat you are rushing madly into the undertaking, and that you would do well to think it over again. It is more than possible that Varvara Ardalionovna is right.ā€

ā€œAh! now you begin to moralize! I know that I am only a child, very well,ā€ replied Gania impatiently. ā€œThat is proved by my having this conversation with you. It is not for money only, prince, that I am rushing into this affair,ā€ he continued, hardly master of his words, so closely had his vanity been touched. ā€œIf I reckoned on that I should certainly be deceived, for I am still too weak in mind and character. I am obeying a passion, an impulse perhaps, because I have but one aim, one that overmasters all else. You imagine that once I am in possession of these seventy-five thousand roubles, I shall rush to buy a carriageā€¦ No, I shall go on wearing the old overcoat I have worn for three years, and I shall give up my club. I shall follow the example of men who have made their fortunes. When Ptitsin was seventeen he slept in the street, he sold pen-knives, and began with a copeck; now he has sixty thousand roubles, but to get them, what has he not done? Well, I shall be spared such a hard beginning, and shall start with a little capital. In fifteen years people will say, ā€˜Look, thatā€™s Ivolgin, the king of the Jews!ā€™ You say that I have no originality. Now mark this, princeā€” there is nothing so offensive to a man of our time and race than to be told that he is wanting in originality, that he is weak in character, has no particular talent, and is, in short, an ordinary person. You have not even done me the honour of looking upon me as a rogue. Do you know, I could have knocked you down for that just now! You wounded me more cruelly than Epanchin, who thinks me capable of selling him my wife! Observe, it was a perfectly gratuitous idea on his part, seeing there has never been any discussion of it between us! This has exasperated me, and I am determined to make a fortune! I will do it! Once I am rich, I shall be a genius, an extremely original man. One of the vilest and most hateful things connected with money is that it can buy even talent; and will do so as long as the world lasts. You will say that this is childishā€”or romantic. Well, that will be all the better for me, but the thing shall be done. I will carry it through. He laughs most, who laughs last. Why does Epanchin insult me? Simply because, socially, I am a nobody. However, enough for the present. Colia has put his nose in to tell us dinner is ready, twice. Iā€™m dining out. I shall come and talk to you now and then; you shall be comfortable enough with us. They are sure to make you one of the family. I think you and I will either be great friends or enemies. Look here now, supposing I had kissed your hand just now, as I offered to do in all sincerity, should I have hated you for it afterwards?ā€

ā€œCertainly, but not always. You would not have been able to keep it up, and would have ended by forgiving me,ā€ said the prince, after a pause for reflection, and with a pleasant smile.

ā€œOho, how careful one has to be with you, prince! Havenā€™t you put a drop of poison in that remark now, eh? By the wayā€”ha, ha, ha!ā€” I forgot to ask, was I right in believing that you were a good deal struck yourself with Nastasia Philipovna

ā€œYe-yes.ā€

ā€œAre you in love with her?ā€

ā€œN-no.ā€

ā€œAnd yet you flush up as red as a rosebud! Comeā€”itā€™s all right. Iā€™m not going to laugh at you. Do you know she is a very virtuous woman? Believe it or not, as you like. You think she and Totskiā€” not a bit of it, not a bit of it! Not for ever so long! Au revoir!ā€

Gania left the room in great good humour. The prince stayed behind, and meditated alone for a few minutes. At length, Colia popped his head in once more.

ā€œI donā€™t want any dinner, thanks, Colia. I had too good a lunch at General Epanchinā€™s.ā€

Colia came into the room and gave the prince a note; it was from the general and was carefully sealed up. It was clear from Coliaā€™s face how painful it was to him to deliver the missive. The prince read it, rose, and took his hat.

ā€œItā€™s only a couple of yards,ā€ said Colia, blushing.

ā€œHeā€™s sitting there over his bottleā€”and how they can give him credit, I cannot understand. Donā€™t tell mother I brought you the note, prince; I have sworn not to do it a thousand times, but Iā€™m always so sorry for him. Donā€™t stand on ceremony, give him some trifle, and let that end it.ā€

ā€œCome along, Colia, I want to see your father. I have an idea,ā€ said the prince.

XII.

Colia took the prince to a public-house in the Litaynaya, not far off. In one of the side rooms there sat at a tableā€”looking like one of the regular guests of the establishmentā€”Ardalion Alexandrovitch, with a bottle before him, and a newspaper on his knee. He was waiting for the prince, and no sooner did the latter appear than he began a long harangue about something or other; but so far gone was he that the prince could hardly understand a word.

ā€œI have not got a ten-rouble note,ā€ said the prince;

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